Vanya began to use her tongue deeper into Jake's ass crack, taking her time searching for that little rosebud of a muscle, then broke off. "A taco? Yes, but not at a Mexican restaurant." Then, she resumed her wet tongue searching as she continued slowly stroking him and massaging his balls getting him harder still. She could feel his heat and the blood pounding in his cock veins. He decided to go with the flow and spread his legs wider and leaned over the sink resting on his forearms. He totally forgot about the dishes. His mind was dizzy with delights he'd never had. He couldn't move to grab the hand towel to dry his hands without breaking contact with Vanya's searching tongue. It felt so good, that was the last thing he wanted to do.
Vanya continued stroking his cock from underneath and between his legs until Jake moaned a long, deep, animalistic, lung-clearing roar. He dipped his head and banged his forehead on the sink faucet. She had taken her time and found the right spot with the tip of her tongue. She painted and swirled around his sphincter muscle before poking it harder at its center. Jake's cock grew instantly harder still as he moaned again. Finding the spot, she impaled his ass with her hard, pointed tongue. She slowly stroked his cock and monitored the tightness of his balls.
Jake no longer cared about his wet dishpan hands. Automatically he leaned over farther and reached around to grab his ass cheeks wider to give Vanya better access. She rewarded him by circling his button around and around and poking him deeper and deeper as his ball sack contracted tighter. He was so close to ready to eject his pent-up juices. She noticed a vibration in his leg muscles as they began to quiver. The tip of his cock was getting slippery with his precum, but she didn't want to miss the big event. Leaving his ass hole wet and slippery, she turned him around by the hips. She clamped her hot lips down on his cock and sucked him in as far as she could take him. She pushed herself harder to go down deeper. Jake moaned again. His eyes glazed over through half-closed eyelids as his eyes looked upward seemingly into his own brain.
Her left hand squeezed his cock as her mouth sucked him in and out more and more rapidly. She felt his ball-sack tighten. Any second now he would blow. Vanya couldn't wait. She wanted it now. She reached underneath him again and sought his ass hole with her middle finger and slowly slid it into his rear as she sucked him in front. Using her finger, she stroked him inside - faster and faster as she pumped her mouth on him faster and faster matching speed until finally...
"Aaagh,... Aaagh... aah" Jake shot his semen into Vanya's waiting open mouth and onto her lips getting some on her nose a little. Vanya continued slowly jacking his cock, squeezing from the base forward and sucking his cum until Jake thought his balls would implode. Giving his back door a 'goodbye wave' inside with her finger, Vanya exited. Jake's knees could barely hold him steady as he leaned backward against the kitchen cabinets, weakly holding on.
Once the dizzying glazed fog over his eyes cleared, and his eyes centered themselves, he tried to catch his breath to enjoy the hormone rush. He reached down and pulled Vanya up from the floor, interrupting her as she was now sucking on his balls. He kissed her getting a taste of himself from her lips and tongue. He sucked on her lower lip to get what he could from there, too. He kissed her long and wet. He held her close against his chest as the perspiration cooled on their skin. Slowly, their heartbeats returned to normal. They were nearly synchronized. It was a close and magical bonding moment. With a cracked and foggy voice, Jake tried to speak. "Tell me again about our taco dinner plans. I'm feeling hungry right now."
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Jake pulled up his underwear and grabbed his jeans off the kitchen chair as Vanya walked casually into the bedroom and closed the door. Jake quickly fastened his jeans, dipped his hands in the dishwater and picked up a hand towel, then casually walked to answer the front door, still wiping his hands dry. He opened the door still with a rush blush on his face. The air-conditioning repairman was finally here.
~ The End~
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