Victoria came into the kitchen. She looked a little disheveled, and I immediately knew she had done the first thing I'd asked of her. She pulled open the fridge, grabbed a beer and closed the door before leaning over and whispering in my ear, "Come watch, Byron. I'll pretend to be you." And then she left.
I waited about a minute and followed her to my bedroom. The door was ajar.
He was sitting at the bottom of the bed, nude, leaning back on his hands, Victoria standing in front of him. After a minute or two, probably to make sure I had had enough time to get to the door, she pulled her shirt over her head and quickly struggled out of her jeans--she was now completely naked--and knelt on the floor at his feet. She ran her hands up his thighs to his hips, leaned forward and took his limp cock into her mouth. After a few seconds of sucking and licking, she ran her hands up to his chest and pushed him back further until he was leaning on his elbows. Their eyes locked.
Within minutes he was stiff. He had a big cock, well above average though not huge, but Victoria was able to take him all the way to the hilt, sucking him slowly but fully into her mouth, then rotating her head backward and licking the entire length of his shaft before letting him fall from her lips. He was definitely enjoying every moment of it, moaning occasionally in pleasure and encouragement and smiling at her, his eyes never leaving her's even for a moment.
She sucked him slowly for quite some time, no doubt putting on a show for my benefit, but also because, as was obvious from watching her, she loved it. She alternated between sucking and licking him, and I knew she was preparing him for the main event rather than trying to make him cum.
She climbed up on the bed, straddling his cock while she licked all the way up his chest to his neck, and I heard her whisper in his ear for a moment. She then continued climbing forward past him, grabbed the headboard and pushed her hips back. He got up, took his position behind her, and I watched as he slowly--excruciatingly slowly--slid his long, hard cock into her cunt. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her.
He never once changed his tempo, even as he came. It was one slow, deep but gentle thrust after another, and they both moaned softly with each thrust. In fact, the only way I knew he had cum was that he pushed as deeply into her as he could then held himself there for about a minute; when I realised what was happening, I looked up at his face and it was obvious: his eyes were closed, his mouth half open, and he had the most peaceful look on his face. He looked beautiful.
He resumed slowly thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt a few more times and then stopped, pulled out, and fell back, his ass landing on his feet. I could see every inch of his cock, still erect and throbbing and glistening with her juices and his cum. Victoria collapsed onto her side, then rolled over and spread her legs. She reached out to him with her left hand, and he took it in his as she guided him forward until he was straddling her chest. She grabbed him around the waist and pulled him to her a little more, her head rising to meet him halfway as she took his cock all the way into her mouth, her right hand instinctively sliding between her thighs. She sucked him for several minutes while she fingered herself furiously to orgasm.
I quietly pulled the door closed and went for a walk.
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