I looked up into her brown eyes and smiled. Now whose the superhero? I said and licked the droplet off as it ran down the curve of the gold ring.
I went down again, holding the base of the shaft in one hand, opening my jaws wide and taking her deep. I let my tongue dance over the head and glands on the upstroke, licking the shaft on the way back down. I could tell she liked it. She kept moaning and whispering, Sweet little cock sucker, Such a slut for cock, You love my cock, don't you, little boy? and Worship it.
Suddenly she reached down and grabbed me, one hand under each arm. She pulled me up onto the bed with her, twisting her body so that I was now lying next to her. I looked into her eyes and she kissed me deeply, our hands running over each other bodies. Her touch was electric through the rubber.
She reached down and all but ripped my pouch off, the metal snaps going click-click-click as she pulled it sharply away. As she did so, I could see the clear, sticky but viscous strings of pre-come stretched between my package and the pouch. My cock was free at last from its luxurious cage. It was beautifully hard and full and it glistened with slippery, sticky pre-come.
What a lovely mess you make, Superman. She smiled, holding the pouch up. To my surprise -- and delight -- she brought the pouch to her face. Her tongue darted out and licked a little of the ooze out of it, letting it slide off her lips and down her chin. Then, her mouth glistening with my ooze, she tossed the pouch aside and leaned over me, bringing her face down close to mine. I licked her lips and chin and cheeks. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue. She kissed and licked my face in return. I loved the feeling of her warm, wet tongue, broad against my skin and lips. She reach down and gently gripped my cock, still juicy with my ooze. She stroked it slowly as she kissed and licked me. It thrilled me and I shuddered and yet another little wad of clear, slippery fluid shot out of my cock. It landed in the palm of her hand.
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