I imagine you, while I sit in my kitchen, performing a sexy dance for me, swinging your hips around in circles, slowly dipping, getting low, Wearing only my tie and a pair of red cotton booty shorts. You bend right over raising your hand in the air just to smack your ass, dropping low again just to stick your ass out as you raise back up, You know this turns me on, you know what your body does to me, You turn around and start to strut towards me, Removing my tie, peeling it from around your neck up, up through your breasts, Dancing around me with it as your prop before putting it over my eyes as a blindfold.
The next thing I feel is your hands on my belt, undoing my pants. You struggling to get my hard on out, as you release it you stop, I feel your hands move to my chest running along my shoulders, up the back of my head. You pull me in for a deep, deep kiss. As our tongues dance together you notice my hard on twitching, you start to tease me, tracing your fingers around my legs and pelvis, tugging at my pants to remove them, running your hands up my legs, to my inner thighs touching everywhere by my aching hard on.
I feel no more fingers, I only feel your tongue flicking the tip of my hard on, like your dancing across the tip, right before you take me in as deep as you can go, cupping my balls and bobbing your head faster and faster. All I can do is moan and try not to trust. Your lips wrapped tight around my shaft, sucking and teasing the tip. You can feel my muscles start to tighten as you keep moving faster and faster, your lips on my shaft feel amazing, whatever you do with your tongue leaves me speechless, as I near orgasm you massage my balls, and at the right moment you take me into your mouth as I explode. You clean me up, licking my shaft from the base to the tip, making sure you are very thorough