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I woke up with my wife’s lips wrapped around my morning wood. She lavishly sucked and licked away, stopping occasionally to lick my shaft up and down, bathing it in her saliva, then dropping to suck my balls, popping each nugget into her mouth one at a time. She worked me slowly and methodically, stopping every few minutes to make sure I wouldn’t come.
Then she stopped. A final lick made a string of my precum stretch from my tip to her lips until it broke, most of it falling back onto me. She got up and prepared to leave, my cock throbbing helplessly. I asked (stupidly)why, and I noticed she was already dressed for work, looking stunning, as usual! She stood over me and said that she would be home late tonight, that she was going out with HIM, and that she was planning on giving him a long blow job as a birthday gift, but she would let him come in her mouth. She leaned over and whispered to me, “And I will swallow every drop!” With that, she kissed me, a hungry, opened mouth kissed, her tongue ravishing mine as I tried to respond. Her hand grabbed my balls and squeezed hard, and when I gasped, she kissed me harder. I could taste me on her lips, her tongue, and her mouth, and I knew she wanted me to know when (or if) she got home tonight, his cum might be on her, definitely in her. If she hadn’t grabbed my balls so hard and painfully, I know (and she did, too, I suspect) I would have come.
She broke the kiss, leaving me with the lingering feeling of her now aborted blow job drying on my cock and echoing in my mind. I stammered stupidly, “W-what ab-bout me…?!?” She glanced back at me and smirked, telling me to do what I do best: Go make some captions…
…here they are…
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