By squeezing his nutsack (although it did feel quite good), Charlette was doing him no favors in coaxing him to release, which he was trying to control.  Whether that was her intention, well, only she would know that.  At this rate, Paul found it a bit difficult to withhold his load.  Her nips and sucks on his earlobes also weren’t much help.<br/><br/>It was then that Charlette chose to throw him the mother of all curveballs.  As if her moans weren’t distracting enough, she whispered into his ear, “I want to taste it.”  Gazing into her eyes, he whispered something of his own into her ear.  Paul wished to alert her that he would be flipping their positions yet again.  After all, if she wanted to taste it, he wanted to taste it, too.  If they were to execute a 69, he believed it would be best for her if she was on top.  That way, she was less likely to gag on his hot, sweet release.<br/><br/>Altered positions now in place, Paul eyed her moistness.  He was quite pleased to see how gloopy it was, thanks in equal parts to his penetration, which in turn led to her own stimulation.  While she took his erection into her mouth, his face dove right into the eye of her hurricane.  He immediately zeroed in on her clitoris, which received vigorous attention from his tongue and teeth.<br/><br/>Having lost track of time, he had no idea how long they were orally pleasing each other.  One thing he did know, however, was that he was getting close to unleashing.  Real close.  And if Charlette’s moans, groans, and squirming body were anything to go by, she was also approaching orgasm.  Plus, there was her ever increasing wetness.  Sure enough, her magical mouth worked wonders, as Paul willingly released what had always been inevitable.  Her clit received even more animated attention.  In his experience, there was nothing like cumming at the same time.