It was a contrast of sorts, the cock shaft was very hard and the head so soft……but hot! I would only stop this painting occasionally to suck his s...oft head and to lick it’s slit. He held my head with one hand and his cock with his other hand pointing it into my mouth as he stroked off. I had my head tilted back and my lips stretched wide open but using my tongue to lick his head while I awaited the full blast. His hand was a blur as he stoked the shaft that was pointed at my face. He called me. I'm going to!...Auntie Rita...I'm going to Cum!... Cum!...Unnn!..."Rita immediately backed off the young man's throbbing tool and squeezed it at the base. “That’s it John, you are all mine!” She smiled as his livid shaft pulsed frantically under her tightly clenched fingers. “Your cock is all mine!”John felt like he was on the verge of cumming as he watched his aunt lay his angry prick against her throat then took it down to her wrinkled cleavage. He couldn't believe that this lewd slut was his. He had forgotten all the words he ever knew.“…Yeah.” Gwen agreed. She was in a similar situation. She managed a small smile. She could feel the warm mixture of her pussy juices and Ben’s cum slowly mixing inside her, some of it ran out of her cunt lips and she felt it run down her body and onto the motel carpet. She shuddered lightly as a tiny aftershock tingle danced through her. It had been so much better than before. So intense. She had no idea people could feel like that without their heads. Come on get up.” And with that she started to drag my foot down the bed. She got as far as getting my knees off the edge and when she slipped and fell on her backside. She ended up sitting there on the floor staring not two feet from my morning wood waving around in the air. She got to her knees and crawled toward me. She pushed my knees apart and her lips were inches away from cock. “You smell nice. I love the smell of cock in the morning.” I smiled at the nearly correct quote from a.