Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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Teia is a remarkable young woman with hair like smooth black glass. She got me down on my back on the mattress, rested her cheek on my stomach next to my sleeping penis and closed her silicone-lubed hand around him. She stroked me just so and rubbed my stomach. Teia asked for a condom, rolled it down, and guided her mouth down. The beauty shifted to accommodate my size and get to her favorite position. I looked down and watched her head barely move, her figure make random undulations, separated by moments of stillness; she was using my full glans to massage the back of her throat. I knew better than to touch her head. She was in the midst of a carefully executed self-indulgence.

I closed my eyes to listen and feel. It wasn't long before little rhythmic squoosh sounds joined the ticking of the clock on the wall: it was the sounds of her favorite way to masturbate: her gag reflex balanced on the head of a pin combined with very light and rapid circles against her clitoris. I opened my eyes when I heard her suck air in through her nose. Her huddled, curvy body shuddered, fought back a heave, and came. Teia groaned and coughed simultaneously, raised her face up from me, (crystalline threads connecting her gleaming bottom lip to my phallus) then pushed her forehead into my inner thigh and breathed hard -- still in her orgasm's grasp. She rolled to one side-- aftershocks curled her while she wrapped herself around my leg. Now it was ok to stroke the black glass. She loved the feeling most at that precise moment.

"Let me sit on you... while you play with your tail," she said evenly.

I smiled and reached over to my bag, unzipped the front pocket and brought out the Aneros. Teia rose to her knees, squirted a bit more silicone lube, like it were maple syrup over my erection, and stroked with both hands while I got some lube from her and moved the little white toy gradually into me. Once it was in place, I dropped my legs down to the bed so she could straddle me.

She situated me inside her warmth. I reached down (with my left hand going along my left side) and located the Aneros' little curled tail. We crafted a rhythm where I pulled down on the Aneros' tail every time I thrust up into Teia. It was a perfect combination: prostate stimulation during intercourse usually possible only during a threesome, but made easy with an Aneros.

I remember cupping the sexy little curve just below her navel with the palm of my free hand. She rocked her hips, her scent mixed into the air, bit her lower lip and soft-moaned. Teia's and the Aneros' movements melded into one sensation and I blew in only a few minutes. Her thighs gripped my sides and held on. Her spirit refused to let her hourglass-body stop pumping the energy and semen out of me. I came to my breath's end of a howl and cracked my eyes to see her head tilted back like she were sunbathing. My lover watched me. It was a longer come than usual. I felt the orgasm tingles mixing down into my ass along with the climax bursts in my cockhead. Teia snuggled her soft black glass down against my chest. She loves to listen to me breathe and my heartbeat after my orgasms. I wrapped my hands around her curvy hips and rubbed big slow circles. She suckled first one nipple, then the next, for which I had to pause her to take proper care of the full condom.