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“Yes. As long as it involves you touching my cock with your soft hands.”
“It does, but the rules are that you can’t touch me. Pretend that I’ve tied you up and I’m in control.”
“Okay.” I could pretend to be tied up if it made her continue what she was doing.
“You ready?”
“Mmmm.”
“Good, so remember, no touching.”
“Got it.” I moaned as she leaned in and swallowed the crown of my cock and let her tongue roll around it. Then she leaned back again and used the moisture to stroke it up and down.”
“Fuck, that feels good.”
“What, this?” She did it again, leaving even more moisture.
“Yeah.” I wanted her to keep giving me head, but on her knees topless in front of me, she began something that I hadn’t tried before. With a tight grip at the bottom of my cock she slid her hand up, but not down. Every time, she moved her hand to the root of my cock and stroked it upward. I closed my eyes, feeling the need to rock my hips to get that usual friction of rubbing both ways, but she kept at it and it drove me wild with need.
Again and again, her hands moved from the root of my cock to the tip, but never the other way.
“Look at it.”
Opening my eyes, I saw my erection was getting bigger than I’d ever seen it. It was so full of blood that it had turned almost purple. I swallowed hard and leaned my head back, forcing myself to not put my hand on top of hers and rub up and down.
Again, she lowered her head and took me in her mouth.
“Ohh…” I moaned out and squeezed the bedsheet in order to not use my hands to hold her head still and fuck her mouth.
She kept teasing me until I began arching and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, I need to come. You’re fucking killing me here.”
When she finally let her hands rub up and down in a fast rhythm, I began pumping my hips, feeling desperate to ejaculate what felt like a whole ocean of semen in my balls.
I came hard and groaned on my exhalation. “Ohh, yeesss…”
My eyes were still shut tight but then I felt her soft tongue clean me up. I looked down to see her lick my cock, which was getting back to its normal color.
“I don’t even wanna know who taught you that, but you should come with a warning label.”
“Why, what should the warning say?”
“Charlotte Liv Christensen will drive a man to sexual insanity and make him almost lose his fucking mind. That’s what it should say.”
She stood up. “Is that a complaint?”
“No, I loved every part of it. It was like sweet torture, though.” I reached for her. “Don’t put your t-shirt back on.”
“I have to, the poor man has been waiting by the door for at least a minute.”
“What man?”
“He knocked when you were just about to come, and I didn’t want to stop.”
I covered myself with the sheet and turned to watch her open the door and accept the tray of food. “Let me just put down the tray and I’ll sign for it.” Liv placed the food on the bed and gave me a playful smile. In the door opening, a girl around nineteen stood with large eyes and red cheeks staring at me. I smiled at her but when my tics set in, I turned my back on her.
“Thank you so much.” Liv closed the door behind me and came back to the bed.
“Are you ready for some waffles?”
