Naomi's a newly divorced, single mother, who's dedicated to herself and, the wellbeing of her daughter.
It took only one interaction to change her mind on pursuing another love interest, but with having an intrusive ex-husband/ baby father, her lif...
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Tightly gripping my hair, his other hand cups my chin. I allow him to bob my head as he enter and exit my mouth.
His grunts rough. His head held back and his eyes closed. His bottom lips trapped between his teeth. Clear indication that he's loving this.
Reaching for his balls, I gently massage them. The drool from my mouth making the perfect sloppy mess.
"Shit" he aims for the back of my throat. His grip firm.
I look up at him and gag. My eyes water. The unintentional tears trickle down my cheeks. Again, I gag.
Where's the reflex babe?
Creating a suction with my jaw, he suddenly looks down at me.
"This cyah real" he pants "Bless p—ssy and mouth" his brows knitted. His stroke start becoming uneven.
Moving my hands up to his length, I palm it with both hands. He lets go of my chin.
As I stroke him, I continue to suck my jaw in. Making it tight and moist.
Signature move - my subconscious says proudly.
He wipes my face. We hold eye contact as I gobble his length.
"Aaahhh" he throatily say "neva know yuh mouth coulda lick me chip suh".
As if his grip on my hair wasn't tight enough, he pulls my head backwards. My eyes roll upward.
I chuckle deviously. Loving how I manage to bring him through so many motions of pleasure. With only my mouth.
God, the mouth you bless this woman with, she down here goggling balls with it.
I ignore the voice in my head and slurp away. Soon enough he release into my mouth. Opening wide, he hits my tonsil, shooting his million unclaimed kids down my throat.
"Hmm" I let out, swallowing every drop.
Before he pulls out, I use my tongue to fiddle with the tip. Gruntly he chortle.
"Dem kinda head yah yuh gi such man make him neva wah let up pan yuh enuh" he jokes, using his tool to slap my face.
"Same one weh you think bout enough fi make yuh bust off inah such gyal mouth" I retort. He laughs.
Pulling me up to stand, our lips collide. His hand reaching around to cup my ass. I moan into his mouth.
We pull away "how long before we can...you know?"
"Isaiah rest me. Mi mouth nuh good enough?" I ask.
"Yeah. But a nigga longing to feel yah inside. And it nuh too early to try fuh baby number dos" A who and him.
