<strong>NAME:</strong>Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>T-shirt and jeans.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Whatever the hell time the party is.  Sometime at night.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Somewhere around the side of the house.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Smooth Operator<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Naomi - Closed<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br/>The warm, wet heaven of her mouth felt good.  Damn good.  As the sensitive flesh of his member parted those moist, plush lips, easing against the velvety soft cushion of her tongue, Jonas could not resist allowing a shallow groan to come forth from within him.  For just a second, as she adjusted and got accustomed to his length entering her mouth, Jonas enjoyed and savored the moment.  He relaxed, letting it happen at her own pace as she took him, like sinking into a warm tub of water after a long day.<br/><br/>And for a few moments, Jonas had did just that.  The hand upon her head was limp, merely there with his fingers nestled within her hair.  Moving along at her own pace, enjoying the soft, sensuality of the moment as the suction and caresses of her tongue only deepened his arousal to the point of an almost painful erection within her mouth.  While it felt good, while it felt so soothing and rewarding, Jonas was ready and wanting more.<br/><br/>It was a gradual build up at first.  The hand that had simply rested in her hair slowly began to become heavier, firmer in the movements of her head against his slicked flesh.  It felt into a rhythm with her head, the hand in her hair guiding her movements with firm tugs and pushes.  His other hand reached for the wrist and hand that massaged his testicles, using a firm, yet careful, grip, to pull her hand away from what he had wanted.<br/><br/>The movements of his hand in her hair became more fluid, his other hand soon joining in as his fingers dug deep into her silken dark strands, pushing and pulling her head along the throbbing ache that consumed his senses.  His hips gave small, little thrusts, meeting the bobbing of her head, attempting with a quiet need, a hunger, for more of her, pushing and carving his way deeper into her mouth with every fluid stroke until he bottomed out within her mouth.  Her nose pressed against his pubis, her cock stuffed into the tight warmth of her mouth, he held it there for a moment, savoring the feel of her wrapped around her, the contraction of her muscles, the tongue trapped beneath his length.<br/><br/>Another moan escaped his lips before he pulled her back, back away from his cock, back as the saliva trailed from the aching tip to her lips.  A moment for her to breathe, a chance for him to catch his own breath.  His hand remained in her hair, his digits gently, almost tenderly, stroking her scalp.  “Ready for some more?” He asked.  “And should I cum in your mouth, or nah?”  Because he was a gentleman and shit.