Sharing a snippet from my favorite roleplay...

I help you shake out the last few drops, both my hands now firmly on your slowly engorging shaft.

The next time I speak, my voice has changed tones slightly. You're familiar with the melody of my sultry voice. It makes the little hairs on the back of your neck stand up. It makes your stomach knot and your heart beat a little faster.

But most importantly, it makes your cock bigger in my hand.

"I think Dr Lowe said something about a wall" I say slowly and carefully, keeping my focus on how your cock feels between my hands, every centimeter that my hands move, it feels your cock grows that much in girth.

"Mmmm....he said something about my favorite song. Ahh yes....my favorite song

Do you remember when you dedicated it to me at my 18th birthday party?

"1 Thing, 2 Do, 3 Words, 4 You" by Christian Lalama

You played it in front of everyone and made my makeup run. What a bastard...I ran into your arms when you were finished and hugged you for the entire next song.

The party went really late and you stayed to help me cleanup but we were both too wasted and drunk on happiness and tequila shots to care.

You came up to my room and while getting ready for bed you played the song for me again.

While cuddling in the bed, you pulled me tightly into your arms. I could have fallen asleep but I felt you...stir...

I could feel your engorging member poking my backside. I shifted and grinded my ass against you, hoping you were asleep and wanting to wake you up.

Instead you play the song again."

All while retelling you the story you're so familiar with, I continued the long, slow, and firm jerking of your cock.

Both hands slowly dancing on your long shaft, feeling the areas where the veins really pop out.

Lingering on the head of your penis sometimes, lightly tapping the very tip that was still moist from your piss.

I can feel your body tense up, and take special note of that moan you let escape from your lips. You know there's no way in hell or high water I can resist the sounds you make. Especially when you're making them for your best friend.

I remove my hands from your shaft.

After an exhale, you turn around to face me. Thinking the worse is over.

By the time you turn 180 degrees, your best friend is already on her knees in front of you.

Before you could make even the most feeble attempts at a complaint, my mouth was wrapped around your shaft.

The first thing you notice is how warm my mouth is, after being in the cold apartment so long.

Second thing you notice is how wet and good it feels to have your best friends mouth on your cock. Even if you won't tell me how much you've been craving this, every inch of your body will give you away.

From the sharp inhale you take, to the minor shift in your hips pushing your enormous cock deeper into my mouth, to the hand you lift to touch my cheek.

I place both my hands back on your shaft, as I kneel in a needy puddle on the floor. The toilet hasn't even been flushed.

I stroke you with both hands again as I did before, but this time my lips are perfectly situated on the tip of your cock.

My tongue makes circles of pleasure that makes your eye roll to the back of your head, no matter how much you want to stop them.

I can taste the last drop of your piss.

A little quicker now, I take you deeper into my mouth, still stroking your huge cock with both hands.

Your massive cock has been one of my favorite things about you. Even if you didn't have a big dick, I'm sure we would still be the bestest of friends. But it makes you all the more appetizing.

I continue wetting the entire length of your shaft with my tongue and mouth, saliva starting to accumulate at the sides of my mouth and drip down my neck and tits.

I stare up at you from the floor, you're watching me very closely, your lips slightly parted letting various melodies of moans and grunts escape your tasty mouth.

Our eyes lock as you watch and admire your best friend take the entire length of you. I hope you're proud of me.

The tip of your shaft is hitting the back of my throat, and your quickened breathing tells me you're so close.

I smile with your dick still in my mouth. I love knowing my best friend can't resist me. I love knowing you love me and care for me and have always wanted the best for me, but also knowing that no other woman has ever made you feel like I can.

You know no one else can touch you, kiss you, stroke you, like I can. That's part of why you've never been able to stay away.

My whole body is into the motion...back and forth...back and forth. Your penis impaling my throat over and over again. Your hips joined in the motion, making sure I would take every inch, every time. Your hands are in my soft brown hair, just behind my hand. You are just as out of control as I am.

Your grunts quicken, you are getting louder and louder.

I know you're so close. I can feel your cock somehow still getting fatter as your need to orgasm quickly approaches.

And then I stop.

You remove your hands from my head in confusion.

Your massive shaft pointing straight out at me, and I feel it on my stomach when I stand up from the floor to look you straight in the eye.

I pick up your jersey and put it back on, nipples always erect and poking through the shirt you used to wear.

I step into my shorts and pull them up with a little jump.

I look into your eyes, searching for that familiar knowing look. You know I'm a brat. You've experienced it time and time again.

"You forgot to flush the toilet" I say with a grin.

I wash my hands and try not to slip on the puddle of saliva on the floor in front of you.

I quickly tippy toe out of the bathroom and into the kitchen for a glass of water, my own shorts already soaking at what just happened.

A satisfied smile creeps onto my face as I take a swig.