Men Love A Skillful Edged Blowie More Than Anything In The World!

The man I’ve been seeing for a while is so grateful I love giving an edged blowie.

His last girlfriend wouldn’t perform oral sex on him, let alone an edged blowie, and he really missed them. He dated her for a couple of years, so he didn’t have a blow job in all that time. He didn’t want to cheat on her, and when he came right out and asked she said no. She didn’t do that. I felt bad he’d been deprived for a few years. So I decided to make it up to him and give him a good number of them. Once a man told me a girl giving a blowjob was to a man, what giving flowers is to a woman. Greatly appreciated. So I thought I’d be generous.

I’ve usually found if you’re generous with a lover, they usually will be kind back to you. I don’t hold it against the girl, as there are many men that also won’t go down on a lady as well. I think if one of the partners doesn’t want to, that’s fine, but there should be no one way. No, I won’t do it for you, but I still expect it from you. If one doesn’t, they both shouldn’t. I however love pleasing my man with my mouth and my tongue, so long as he’s clean and well-groomed for the edged blowie sesh. Last night my man came over for dinner, and it was going to be a while until the meal was cooked.

I knew I had more than enough time to give him an edged blowie before dinner was ready.

It would get his appetite even more ravenous after I was through with him. I already had a drink poured for him, sitting on the little table beside his chair he sits in. I led him to the chair and knelt before him. Nodded at the drink so he’d notice, then I made a grab for his belt. I was slow and sensual about it, looking him right in the eyes as I made every move. Once his belt was open, I undid his button and slid down his zipper. I could tell he was getting excited, since he was getting harder by the second. Then, I slid my hand in and felt his warm bulge. I took his cock out and it sprang out in front of me, ready for his edged blowie.

Bobbing in the air, as if it was seeking my mouth. I grasped it in my hand and started to lightly stroke it up and down. He was at full stiffness now, erect as anything. I teased him by just kissing the tip of his mushroom head. Then, I moved my tongue lower to tickle his frenulum on the underside of the head. I made my tongue flat and laid his cock on it. Just moving my mouth up and down, getting it all wet. He was starting to squirm in his seat. His breathing was coming faster. I tightened my lips around his dick and continued with his edged blowie. Then, I massaged his balls in my hand as I worked my lips up and down his shaft.

I knew he was loving every minute of my loving admiration for his cock.

He ran his fingers through my hair, his hand then pushed on the back of my head slightly downwards. I took him as deep down my throat as I could until I gagged slightly. I worked my lips up and down and up and down until I knew he was getting ready to explode. He moaned and I felt the first few drops on my tongue. I puckered my cheeks in and out sucking hard on him and I was rewarded. Then, I felt blast after blast coating the inside of my mouth in salty spurts. I gulped his jizz down and licked him clean. He was slumped there, catching his breath after his surprise edged blowie. I knew he was grateful.

He took a swallow from the drink I’d set beside him on the table and looked toward me and smiled. He asked what was for dinner, and I told him his favorite, lasagna. Then, he smiled even bigger and said every man should come home to such a welcoming as this was.

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