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Warning: This first page contains graphic sexual situations.
Teddy Wilson was in Man-Heaven.
The ex-world champion boxer-turned-music mogul was enjoying the most fantastic blowjob of his entire fifty-six years. Thankful and prayerful every step of the way, he headed toward his own sensual rapture.
"Oh Jesus," he groaned as she sucked and licked and sopped him up in a gorging of mindless pleasure. He was lost in a world of wetness and warmth -’ like a scorching summer day in the middle of July, and he was her favorite freezer pop.
He looked down when her palm curled around and cupped his balls, and her tongue slithered down to meet it there. Before he could grasp the touch of that tease, she was moving again back up to his head. She impishly grazed him with her sharp-edged teeth. "SSSS-sweet Lord, be careful," he hissed out -’ and then his eyes rolled up into his skull when her hands joined in the rhythmic delight of her swirling, nipping, and gaining in speed.
He heard her moaning now -’ or maybe it was him, but coherent thought was not in this room. "Oh baby," he hummed, slipping mindlessly away from his faith.
The end in sight, she gave him no pause, and he was helpless now to slow it down, even if he wanted to. Stroke for stroke, she nudged him forward, and he was anxious and willing to go. His voice was guttural. "Oh-man, mmm-yessss."
He threw back his head and violently erupted as she drained him dry and left him for dead. "God," he huffed out. "Amen."
He sure was going to miss this girl.