Shelley's Not a She

Shelley held the head in her mouth for a minute or two, eyes closed as she just enjoyed it, the feeling was intoxicating to her. Here she was, in her apartment, on her knees, and holding in her mouth the cock of the man she had craved and masturbated repeatedly to images of. She felt his hand slip through her hair and rest upon the back of her head, the light bit of pressure placed upon her skull to continue with what she had started and was more than happy to continue with. One hand wrapped fingers around the base of his cock, gripping him firmly, while her head lowered to meet lips to fingers. Slowly at first, she began to bob her head upon his cock, fingers following along with her lips. Shelley made sure to coat his cock well with spit to keep him lubed as her pace steadily increased . Once she found a comfortable rhythm she put everything she had into working that beautiful cock. Any tricks that Shelley had learned over the years were put into place, she craved and needed to make the most of this. The fear that this might be the only time she would ever get to feel him within her drove the need to make this the best blowjob he had ever received. Her tongue rubbed up against the underside of his cock, the tip flicking just below the head each time she bobbed upwards. Her free hand snaked upwards, feeling and cupping his balls. They felt swollen to her and she briefly wondered if she would be able to contain it all when he finally came. Shelley rolled them around in her hand, massaging them, loving them. Everything about Matt was just as or even better than she could have hoped for and the moment made each one of her fantasies fail in comparison. His breathing was getting shallower by the second and she could feel his body begin to tense. With a delightful glee, lips were slid up till only the head was still within her mouth and her hand began to stroke rapidly upon his shaft. Shelley craved it, needed him to cum in her and it showed in how rapidly she stroked that cock of his.