Catsuit/Cobalt Sphericity update

She pressed herself against him, her breasts bowling into his chest, actually pressing him backwards against her desk. Then she sank lower and lower, dipping to her knees. She took his hard cock in her hand and felt his glossy seed seeping into her hand. She tilted his dick upward and stuffed it between her pouting lips.

"Mmmmmm! Mmnfff!" she moaned, forcing her mouth way down on the shaft of his cock. She sounded as though she were tasting something truly delicious and she was. The cum slathered on his dick made a wonderful appetizer. If only it were a little warmer, hotter, boiling like it had just come fresh from his balls…

"Cocksucker. Hot little cocksucker," Johnny muttered, watching over half of his thick cock disappear in her mouth. He held her head tightly in both his hands.

His prick was growing rapidly. It thickened and stiffened and stretched her lips to capacity. She whirled her lips around on his dick, twisting her head as she sucked it, the sharp turns her sucking mouth did on his member seeming like they were about to pull it off. With her fist, she shucked the base up and down. Her cheeks ballooned out as she blew him.

Johnny wanted to sit down. His knees felt weak. But he didn't want to disturb her. He didn't want to stop her glorious sucking. It felt wonderful. She obviously knew everything there was to know about cocksucking. She was swirling her tongue all over his prick, and her lips were pressing on him with just the right pressure.

“Whoa,” she said, snaking her tongue down the underside of his cock. "It’s kinda cute, watching you squirm and twist like that, trying to keep from coming in the first five seconds. I could end it right here, of course. Just a little flick of my tongue on your glans and you’d go off like Mount St. Helens. But I’m kinda enjoying this. Don’t come, Johnny. You wouldn’t want to ruin my fun…”

It was not a suggestion.

Her tongue was tracing lower and lower on the underside of his cock. When she came to his balls she circled her tongue round and around, covering every inch of the leathery pouch. Her fist chugged up and down on his prick, keeping it hard.

“Not so hard!” he grunted. “You’re gonna make me—“

“That the kind of weak bitch you are?” Jen interrupted. “Can’t take his suck like a big boy? And you wanna fuck me. You’d probably go off the first time your dick slapped against my thigh. Don’t fucking come, Johnny. I’ll tell you when you can come. I’m still having fun.”

He spread his thighs wide on either side of her face. He wanted to give her as much room as possible. She had moved her mouth under his balls, and the heavy sac rolled about against her cheek and nose. Her tongue was licking and scraping. Then her lips opened and she slurped one big ball into her mouth.

“Oh God!” Johnny grunted. “Holy Christ!

Jen sucked hard on his ball, tugging outwards on it so that the skin of his nut-sac stretched. Then she spat it out and shifted over to the other one. Her tongue tickled his balls every which way. She kept poking and prodding and teasing.

Then she was licking up the underside of his cock again. She gazed up at him with her big green eyes and slurped her tongue from his balls all the way up to his cockhead. She pressed the crown against her lips and grinned up at him. Her tongue kept flicking along his glanshole.

"I want to sit on your cock," she mumbled. "Just one more quick suck, to make sure it's good and hard, and then I'll sit on it and fuck you hard. Would you like that?"

“Please!” Johnny cried, mostly begging for her to either let him come or stop making him feel pleasure to the point of torment.

Her lips folded down over his cockhead and she sucked it hard. Then she went deeper, drawing more and more of the solid prick into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down. More than half his cock slid into her mouth on every stroke. She squeezed and pumped the shaft and tickled his balls with her free hand. His cock angled up into her face like it was inexorably linked with her mouth.