Aneros

Teia is a remarkable young woman with hair like smooth black glass. She got me down on my back on the mattress, rested her cheek on my stomach next to my sleeping penis and closed her silicone-lubed hand around him. She stroked me just so and rubbed my stomach. Teia asked for a condom, rolled it down, and guided her mouth down. The beauty shifted to accommodate my size and get to her favorite position. I looked down and watched her head barely move, her figure make random undulations, separated by moments of stillness; she was using my full glans to massage the back of her throat. I knew better than to touch her head. She was in the midst of a carefully executed self-indulgence.