<strong>Brad spread in pleasure- Poolside<br/>Tag Sam and any friends- passers by.</strong><br/><br/>Brad realised he had been holding his breath for what seemed like forever. And as she eased back that final time, dragging her soft and knowing lips along his length until finally leaving with a wet pop he groaned, groaned loud and long. But not the groan of pain, it was the indulgent groan of a man stirring in a sexual reverie. Coming to the surface, coming up for air. He had been taken to a different world, this was no smutty gang bang orgy – a quick dirty fuck and onto the next one. This was fucking paradise.<br/><br/>He had been given the most exquisite introduction to his sofa partner’s wonderful lascivious mouth and throat. What the rest of her fuckable body would feel like to his cock was outside his scope to wonder. All he knew was that for certain, when eventually he buried himself root deep into that warm greedy pussy he had pleasured, if it was half as cock gobbling incredible as what she was doing to him now - he would cum as seldom before, cum for England- cum for the Queen of throats.<br/><br/>His eyes shut, as he lay on his back feeling her sensual body ease and glide over him, his legs spread in abandon giving full access to his cock, his hand idly stroking her hair-fingers trailing across her shoulders, he felt himself being coaxed higher and higher towards an erotic peak he had never quite climbed this way before. The way she swallowed him deep, then deeper until he felt she would take his balls too, and then she would gulp sending a shivering pulse the length of his cock. Yes- fucking paradise.<br/><br/>But suddenly she had stopped, withdrawn languidly, but most definitely breaking the tension of total pleasure from along his throbbing cock. He exhaled with a huge sigh and raised his head to see her draped over his body- incredible- fucking incredible. But then the question- “Cum in my mouth?”. Was she suddenly stupid? Or was she teasing-tempting – testing?. Surely she wasn’t asking permission. Of course he wanted to cum in her mouth. He wanted to pour out, surge and seethe in an eruption of cum that would virtually drown her. He enjoying the best US blow job a guy could ever imagine – and she asked if he wanted to cum!!!!!<br/><br/>And then he saw the look in her eyes, the way they wantonly, hungrily signalled. And he understood the real challenge. She wanted cock- and she wanted it bad. “Not in that delicious mouth yet my greedy one. That’s for later- for dessert. Pussy is where my cock hungers to go- and I rather think you feel the same” He grinned- eyes dark and ready for her – daring her to ride, willing her to feel his cock deep. “As you are already on top- why not climb on and check for length” His strong hands, fingers spread, gripped her ass- pulling her up onto his chest and then he slowly eased her down. Down until his cock head grazed her clit. “I rather think this what you really want. Do I stop here? ” he growled and rolled his hips, jerking his cock against her heat. At the same time, his hands slid up over her hips and began to caress and roam over her sensual alluring body. Her breasts were close to his mouth. They were more tempting than any Eve's apple. Lush, succulent, he slid a hand over her tummy cupped and squeezed. "I rather feel we are due to become deeply aquainted" His voice was husky now- and his cock head had moved down to her pussy lips, pressing for entry.<br/>