Two Mommies

She released him on November 9th, 2012. He came out hard and heavy, still half hard from their evening. She took the full length of him down her throat, mouth warm and wet, sucking like it was her last. Her tongue worked the vein that pulsed along the underside. He thrust once, shallow, and she gagged sweetly around him. Spit coated her chin. She pulled back with a wet pop, strings of it glistening between lips and swollen tip. Both hands working now, fingers tight, stroking the spit-slick shaft. He watched her through lowered lashes, watched her thumb circle the head, watched her bend forward again to mouth the balls, tongue flat, licking slow, filthy, obscene. Her breasts swayed. Sweat shone on her collarbone. She swallowed him again, nose against his stomach this time, throat convulsing around the invasion. He came fast, thick ropes, and she took it all, every spurt, every drop. When he finally softened she licked him clean, careful with the over-sensitive head, tongue light, lips tender. November air pressed cool against her heated skin. Her knees ached. She didn’t mind.