On the video I could hear myself motorboating her tits, her words of encouragement mixing with the wet sounds of our flesh, and the live sounds of her moans as I made love to her cunt with my lips and tongue. I started to probe deeper inside her with my tongue, scooping inside while keeping up the suction and rubbing her with my lips.
“Oh, fuck yeah, do me with your tongue, go deeper!”
I had to abandon her clit and tilt my head, opening my mouth wider to push my tongue further inside. I French kissed her pussy, exploring the folds and warm meaty depths. It felt so good, and so amazingly tight – whether nerves or surgery I wasn’t sure, but she didn’t sound nervous. “Oh fuck! Keep going, lick me faster!” I mashed my nose into her clit and sucked her labia into my mouth as I probed as deep as I could with my tongue, deep long lapping motions to reach as much of her as I could.
“Oh god don’t stop don’t stop you’re gonna make me cum oh god oh Jesus fuck me fuck me Fuck Me FUCK ME YES OH FUCK OH SHIT I’M CUMMINGGGGG!!!”
Her thighs clamped painfully against my head, crushing me, pinning me in place as her body rocked, her pussy squirting her pleasure directly onto my mouth and nose, filling me. My cock, through minutes of grinding against the duvet, feeling its own pleasure and the pleasure I’d given her, came in sympathy and smeared more sticky cum between my stomach and the mattress.
Just as the darkness started to spiral in to claim me, she unlocked her thighs and allowed me to breathe again.
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry! Are you okay?”
I smiled. “Are you kidding? Do you know how long I’ve wanted you to do that to me?”
“I could have crushed you!” She stroked my damp face. “Or drowned you,” she chuckled.
“I’d have died a happy man.”
I slid up, grabbed her face, and kissed her. “Making you lose control like that means everything to me.” I gazed, adoringly, into her flushed face. “You mean everything to me.” I caught my breath. “I can’t believe you made me a sex tape for my birthday.”
“I made it for us. I wanted to preserve this moment. Neither of us are getting younger. I wanted to capture what we have.” A beat. “And I wanted to know what I looked like, you know, doing it. And damn, I look GOOD!”
God, what a woman.
“Happy birthday, honey,” she said, as we snuggled together, content.
THE END