In the afterglow Wanda told me, “I told Jimi there is no manual for the perfect blowjob, as it’s such an individual thing. James watched fascinated as Jimi held his gaze and slowly undid the belt holding his dress closed, then even more slowly opening the dress to show my man his naked body, flaunting his genitals, his large flaccid cock for him and for me as he glanced at me. Our brains were in the moment a week later, though that’s another story. Gripping my man’s lower shaft with his hand, using the tip of his tongue to lightly lick the top of the head of his erection in a slow circular motion. Jimi’s mouth pleasuring his erection, while teasing his balls, teasing them as he smiles and whispers, “I love it, so good, so fucking good.” Licking his inner thighs, stroking his perineum, scratching his ass.
