Irrumatio

“I have something for you,” she whispered in his ear, running her hands down his dress shirt. She loosened his tie and unbuttoned the collar.

“Yes?” He unbuckled his belt as he stepped out of his oxfords.

“French art,” she growled, taking two steps back before untying her wrap dress.

“Mmm-hmm?”

“Gainful knowledge.” Her dress slid off, silk puddling on the floor.

“Continue.” He opened his zipper as he watched her intently.

“Gamahuche,” emphasized by the release of her brassiere and its plummet to the floor.

“And?”

“Fellatio.” She stepped out of her pumps.

“Ah.” He unbuttoned his shirt cuffs.

“Flute playing.” Her panties dropped onto the discarded attire.

He couldn’t choke out another sound, mesmerized as she took a step forward and dropped to her knees.

“Irrumatio,” she whispered as she reached into his boxers and pulled out his tumescence. She ran her tongue around the head, savoring the crystal drop that greeted her as he reached complete erection.

There were no more words for some time, only the soft sounds of pleasure as he took the offering of her plump, lipsticked lips and her warm, soft mouth.

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Copyright © 2013 Femme Malheureuse
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Originally submitted to Sinful Sunday—Week 31 via Rebecca Grace Allen
Photo prompt: origin unknown | Word prompt: Irrumatio