Page 40 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

I eagerly watched my man unzip his monkey suit and let it fall to the floor. There was no banana hammock underneath. Just eight abs and eight thick inches.

He wasn’t as long as the Banana Bros, and his skin didn’t look nearly as silky smooth. But he had a rugged sexiness. Calloused hands. Thick muscles. A little hair on his chest. I bet the Banana Party scouts had plucked him straight off a farm.

I bit my lip and gave him a little smile to let him know what I thought.

“Whipped cream,” said the DJ.

All the men sprayed lines of whipped cream onto their cocks. Then they tossed the cans aside and put their hands behind their backs.

“Alright, babes. On your mark…”

We all knelt in front of our men.

“Get set…”

I licked my lips.

Instead of saying go, the DJ shot a starter gun in the air and started playing a sick beat.

It was tempting to dive right in and start sucking like crazy, but this wasn’t quite like the Pump Race. That was just some inanimate device. Enough pumps with enough pressure, and it would spray you in the face with some water.

But this stripper?

He was a living, breathing sex God of a man. Who got his cock sucked for a living. Which meant a little teasing would go a long way.

I slowly licked the whipped cream off his length, making sure to let a little get on my face. I wanted to give him a nice visual of how his cum would look on me.

Then I flicked my tongue against his tip.

When he thrust his hips forward to get me to start sucking, I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him.

It was time to get started.

I grabbed his ass and shoved his cock entirely down my t

hroat in one swift motion. And then I pulled on his ass to make him go even further. Wow, his butt was so firm. There was something about a tight little ass that did something to me. I was pretty sure I accidentally moaned.

“Oh God,” he muttered with a southern twang.

Oh honey, I’m just getting started.

I held him there for a few seconds and then the real fun began. I brought my hands back around, massaging his balls in one hand while the other stroked his shaft in unison with my mouth.

I so badly wanted to reach down and touch myself while my lips were wrapped around his cock. My pussy was just begging for attention. But two hands on him was better than one. I’d just have to be patient. Each thrust in my mouth made me want him inside me even more.

Focus. Hopefully he was thinking about how good this was too. And imagining more just like I was. Like how deep he could be inside of me. How tight I’d be around his thick cock. How wet I was for him. I moaned again. Up and down, up and down. Sucking to the beat. Each thrust of his hips spurring me on even more.

Within thirty seconds I felt him stiffen a little more. And I knew I almost had him.

I took him all the way into my throat again and pushed right behind his balls.

He groaned and thrust forward.

Here we go.

I pulled back, smiled up at him, and gave him a few more tugs.

And I got my reward.

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