Page 108 of Dirty

I closed my eyes and made a conscious effort to somehow last through her onslaught.

She lifted her mouth from my cock, began to stroke it, and while she did, started sucking my balls.

Dear. Fucking. God.

With my balls in her mouth, and my slippery cock in her fist, she brought me closer and closer to climax.

Just when I thought I might be able to last long enough to make love to her, she released my balls from her mouth and began the mouth fuck exercise again.

I fought to breathe without making an ass of myself. I was beginning to sound like a child who had just seen a three-headed monster in his closet.

Just when I was sure that coming in her mouth was imminent, she lifted her head.

She gripped it in her hand, stroked it a few times, and then looked at me. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

I stared back at her with an open mouth, incapable of doing much more.

And, she disappeared.

I glanced over my left shoulder and then my right. I thought maybe she’d gone to get a condom, but then heard noise in the kitchen. As I struggled to bring myself to my feet, she came around the corner with a knife in one hand, and a pair of scissors in the other.

“What the hell are--”

“Sit down,” she said.

“What the--”

She wagged the scissors at me. “Sit.”

I sat.

She knelt, lifted my good leg, and began cutting the denim starting at the leg opening. As I watched her with an open mouth as she methodically worked her way toward the hip.

“Painful?” She asked as she snipped through the material.

I grinned. “No.”

After completely shearing through the left side, she began on the right.

When she finished, she lifted the top portion of denim from me and tossed it aside. Then, she cut off my boxers.

She set the knife and scissors on the floor at her side, stood, and admired her handiwork. “You look better naked than you do with clothes.”

“So do you.”

“I don’t think so.” She took a few steps away from me and squeezed her boobs. “They’re small.”

I watched her squeeze the smooth skin in her delicate hands. Her boobs weren’t small at all. They were perfect.

“They’re perfect.”

“Thank you.” She nodded her head toward my crotch. “Stroke your cock.”

Her remark caught me off guard. “Excuse me?”

“Stroke your cock. It’s not hard anymore. I want to watch you stroke it.”

She didn’t have to ask me again. I gripped it in my hand and started stroking it.