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I held him there, with just the head and a small part of the shaft in my creampie teen mouth. I explored him with my tongue, circling the head and finding his tender spots. He held my head, his hands on both sides of my face. He didn’t move his hips forward as Ron was so apt to do but help perfectly still for me. I liked his shaft, rubbing it against my creampie teenface. His balls felt so heavy in my hands, so full. I wondered how he would feel inside of me, how he would move, how he would want to take me. I hoped that he liked more than one position and that he would last longer than my husband. I took him back into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down, sliding him in and out ok my lips. I could tell from how tight he kept his muscles that he was trying hard not to thrust into my mouth and gag me. I took his deeply and began to suck harder, not just letting my creampie teen lips move along his cock. With my tongue I pressed against the tender spots that I had felt earlier. But John was new to me and I was concentrating to hard on what I was doing, I failed to catch is signs that he was about to cum.
His first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat as I was taking a breath through my nose. It was like I had swallowed through the wrong pipe. I couldn’t control the cough reflex. At least I did manage to not bite down (to hard). John immediately pulled back, his last spurts landed on my creampie teen face. I couldn’t stop coughing. When I could finally open my eyes John was still standing in front of me, his cock still hard and still pointed in my creampie teen face. It was as I was trying to get in a gasp of breath that I saw him. Ron.