Delayed Gratification, Held It For As Long As I Could But She Sucked Out 2 Nuts!

She slides under the covers next to me, that curvy BBW body pressing in close, dark curls falling across the sheets while she works her way up against my hip. Hand on my BBC. Rubbing. Getting me ready. She tells me how hard I already am, like she felt it before she even got her mouth on it.

I’m looking down on her in that tight POV — long lashes, the heart tattoo on her face, the 777 on her chest when the covers shift. I rub that heart with my thumb. Tell her I’m gonna nut all over it. She smiles. Then those lips drop to the tip and the whole night gets slow and filthy.

This isn’t rushed throat. This is crown worship. Sloppy tip kisses. Wet little swirls around the head. Soft, sticky kisses right on that bulging, full, red tip while it sits fat and angry in her mouth. She keeps it right there. Licks the ridge. Kisses the slit. Lets spit gloss the head until it’s shining, then seals her lips around the crown and sucks just that, slow and mean, while her hand holds the shaft like she’s aiming me.

I get a hand on her face. Feel that heart under my fingers while she works. She looks up. Eye contact. Then her eyes close when she wants to concentrate on the head again. Mouth, hand, spit, those lashes — and that swollen tip never gets a break.

She knows exactly what she’s doing. She’ll take the head in perfect and hold me there until I’m right at the brink, throbbing, trying not to give it to her… then she pulls off. Leaves me wet and twitching in the air. Lets me see how red and full that tip is. Then she’s back with more sloppy kisses, more swirls, more of that tight little suck on the crown like she’s milking the urge out of me one pull-off at a time.
Delayed gratification. I’m holding it as long as I can. She’s building it on purpose. Every time I think I’m about to lose it, she times the mouth just right and rips the pleasure back to the edge instead of over it. The head is too sensitive. Too fat. Too wet. She got me so swollen the tip looks like it’s about to bust from the kissing alone.

When I can’t hold it anymore, she doesn’t bury me in her throat. She puts my dick right by her face. Aims that wet, bulging head at her cheek. I start nutting and it lands where I told her it would — all over her cheek, all over that heart. Thick. Messy. Painted on the tattoo.

She takes the dripping cock and rubs it across her face. Smears the load into the heart like she wanted it sitting there. Drags the head through her own nut, over the tattoo, over her cheek, making it glossier, nastier, mine.

Then she puts me back in her mouth.
Still sensitive. Still twitching. She sucks me clean and keeps going, wet and hungry, working that same tip and shaft until there’s nothing left to hold back. She sucks me dry. Second nut. Same mouth that edged the first one out of me and wore it on her heart.