Michelle swirled the wine glass and giggled. Its contents rolled, rising towards the rim before sliding back. It moved slowly, clinging to the sides like a syrup. It gleamed and shimmered in the dying sunlight that filtered around the drawn curtains.
"Hmm."
She watched intently until it settled back before raising her eyes to Matt. Her man lay back over the sofa with his feet stretched out slightly apart, slowly stroking his erect cock. His hand rolled around and over it, paying particular attention to his already sticky crown.
Michelle saw the tiny shivers in the muscles of his face. A joy and desire that raced just beneath the surface. A riptide just out of view.
"You've gone to a lot of effort." She said in her squeaky, girly voice.
"Only the best for you." He answered quietly.
"Just like this bad boy." He looked down admiring his tool.
Michelle stayed kneeling on the carpet as she stared at the enormous cock pointing toward her. Matt was slim and tall which just made the monster seem even larger. Two years they'd been together and that beast still held as much attraction as it had the first time she'd taken it in her mouth. That'd been on their second date, a trip to the coast where they'd walked barefoot along the sandy beach before finding an isolated spot on the way home.
"You know if you ever leave me that's my property. I'm taking it with me." She giggled, like a small child.
Matt just laughed.
"Only if I get to keep your double D's."
She jiggled her bare tits to tease him. Large mounds of milky white flesh that moved with the consistency of firm jellies. Pale pink nipples stared back at him. Hard as little buttons.
"Hmm. This could be a problem.
Best we stay together I think."
"Always." He replied.
Her body was firm and cuddly, not fat, just curvy, and he loved every one of those curves. But those tits. They were amazing. He almost considered pushing his cock between them right at that moment. But no. She had something else he wanted her to do first.
"Now come on, are you going to drink up?" He encouraged.
"Big boy here is beginning to get impatient."
He glanced down at his hardness again, giving a tiny twitch at his constant massaging.
Michelle grinned again and lifted the glass to look at it in the gentle late evening light. A milky white liquid that seemed to wobble rather than flow as she moved the glass around.
"How much is in here?"
"You were away two weeks."
She sniffed at the thick creamy contents, savouring its slightly musky smell.
"Sure it's all yours?"
"Michelle." He feigned shock at the suggestion.
"Just checking." She giggled.
He moved his hand lower, stroking his shaft.
"Look at the size of it. There was plenty."
"Ha. It's not the size of your dick. It's your balls that matter here."
He raised his eyebrows.
"You won't be saying that in a minute."
Michelle giggled again and put the glass to her mouth. Her eyes stayed on him, teasing, as she tipped ever so slowly, letting the contents touch her lips sensing the first hint of musky saline. Then suddenly she pulled it away.
"Aw come on.
I ate pineapple every day for this."
Michelle sniggered.
"What?"
"It makes it taste sweeter."
"Where did you hear that shit? And I'm sure tinned in syrup isn't really what they had in mind."
"Is there any other sort?"
Matt wriggled his naked body making it squeak against the leather sofa. She was sending him nuts now. And his cock throbbed, wanting satisfaction.
"This thing is in pain."
She eyed the substance again, visually measuring the amount."
"You went to so much effort. I just want to make sure I do this thing justice.
When it's gone it's gone."
"You're driving me mad, you know that don't you?"
She cleared her throat.
"Okay."
A little preparatory wriggle as though trying to get more comfortable on the rug.
"Here goes."
She started to raise the glass again, then stopped.
"All at once, or slowly?"
"Just do it already." He said with evident frustration.
Michelle stared into the glass again, still with that pitched giggle playing in her throat. So girly Matt thought.
"Could have just bought me wine."
"The personal touch is so much better don't you think?"
She smiled at him with a slightly sarcastic look.
"Too much time watching porn on your laptop I think."
"Every drop with only you in my thoughts."
"Hmm. You sure?"
She raised the glass to her lips again, holding it gingerly by its stem as she fixed him with a stare.
Tipping it slowly she opened her mouth, letting the first drops of his cum slide onto her tongue. She stopped a moment, tasting it seductively. Then the glass went higher. His man-juice, collected and frozen over two weeks then thawed especially for tonight, slid as one into her mouth. She held the glass up until it was finally empty then closed her lips, putting the glass aside on the hearth.
She giggled again as her hand subconsciously slipped between her slightly parted thighs and began to finger her wet labia. Rubbing and pushing soft spongy flesh. The ache he'd complained of now invaded her own groin. The movement didn't go unnoticed by Matt.
Michelle looked at his cock again, almost seeing the thick veins throb even from where she sat on the rug.
In her mouth she played with the glutinous liquid, swirling it around her tongue. It felt strange having so much in her mouth at once, but not unpleasant. It was thick, with a slight bitterness that attacked her taste buds, more than when she just sucked him. It squished between her tongue and the roof of her mouth and clung to the insides of her lips. Sticky and slightly salty and yet with an underlying sweetness.
Matt's fist started moving up and down his shaft again as he watched his girlfriend. She saw the wide grin he probably didn't even know had taken over his face and giggled again.
Between her soft thighs, her fingers sought out her clit, pressing gently to bring temporary relief to her growing desires. Her body gave an involuntary jolt at the touch as she giggled again. Tiny tremors raced through her body.
A tiny amount of cum escaped the corner of her mouth. Before she could suck it back in it made a break for freedom down her chin, then dripped onto her left tit.
Matt saw it shining on her skin and fought the urge to wank harder.
Michelle quickly captured the escaping dribble with a finger and wiped her chin upwards, pushing the thick cream back between her lips. She made a point of sucking her finger clean, holding his gaze with mesmerising blue eyes as she did so.
Then arching her back she leaned forward slightly and put her head back. She opened her mouth for him to see. Matt's cock jerked violently at the view of all that creamy white juice filling her mouth. It drowned her tongue and teeth from sight. Michelle saw his excitement and feared he'd cum right there.
She closed her mouth again and with one last swish she made an exaggerated swallow. The saline mixture slid slowly down her throat, momentarily threatening to stick in place, but then it was gone.
"Ahhh."
She pushed herself even further forward with her mouth wide as proof it'd gone, while purposefully letting her big tits swing free. She knew how much they excited him.
Matt could take no more. He launched himself from the sofa with his cock bouncing free and placed himself right in front of her.
Michelle watched the twitching smooth knob as it waved like a bare flagpole inches from her face.
"Mmm.
