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Dating a blowjob girl

You know the type; they aren’t good looking or exceptional in any way, but they just give off a look that says “I suck dick like I made it up.’ I was pretty drunk when we got back to her place, but that didn’t seem to faze her. She grabbed me right as we came in the door, undid my pants as she pushed me onto her white sofa and knelt on the ground in front of me, working me right there in her living room.

Betty, lips still wrapped firmly around my penis, hand wrapped around my shaft, heard the noise and looked up.She must have spent at least 20 minutes fellating me, never once taking her mouth off my penis, slurping at the exact right moments in the exact right places. As the thought of having to hitchhike 45 miles walked through my mind, she appeared out of the bathroom. Thinking fast, I put my pants on the sofa and romantically whisked her into her bedroom, where I had to fuck her at least 3 or 4 times to get to go to sleep.Once she was safely out, I snuck out of her room and flipped the cushion. Those incidents were from back when I was young and cared about things like feelings and emotions.I dismissed that, but my mind was still racing; I couldn’t figure out what could be wrong, so I said, “What did you do to my dick? The expression on her face immediately gave it away: “Oh my god–did you just throw up on my dick? Even before I made the term “dotting her eyes” famous, I was a fan of the facial.As my climax approached, I moved her onto her back and pulled out just in time, covering her face with a solid 5-roper.Betty was a master of her craft, and especially loved going down on me.

She was hitting the crescendo of her well-conducted symphony of knob-slobbing, but right before I felt myself let loose into her mouth, the door to her house opened.

Here’s the weirdest part: no matter how much she improved, she never moved her head.

She kept her head still and I would have to move my hips.

The problem with oral sex is that it’s like writing.

When done right, it’s amazing, but there are just so many ways it can go wrong, and when it goes wrong, it’s just not worth it. High school was the first time I realized that blow jobs would be a painful pleasure.

It’s the ones who say they never do it that do it the best. Her teeth were all over my dick, she had no rhythm, no enthusiasm, and had a mouth that mysteriously never got moist. It was a month of painstaking instruction before she finally got good enough that I didn’t just stop her after 5 minutes and tell her to jerk me off–she was that bad.