She continued to ride me for several minutes then lifted herself up and moved slightly forward then down. Which pushed my cock into her ass. She again began her up and down movements as my cock moved in and out of her ass tunnel. Despite having already cum many times, I again felt myself go into spasms as my body tried to produce more sperm. Janelle got up off of me and again gave my cock her oral attentions. I was exhausted and feeling drowsy , but she just kept going. When she again had me stiff, she curled up behind me , I attempted to turn to face her and kiss, but she put her hand up and stopped me saying, No kissing. She than gently grasped my cock and began to massage it with her hand. Using her fingers to dance along my balls and cock head, and tip ,causing it again to attempt to ejaculate.I feel asleep while she played with my manhood. When I awoke she herself had fallen asleep. I got up and went to the bathroom. When I returned Janelle lay on her. His cock twitched at thoughts of what she might do next, the muscles in his thighs ached for her touch. He took a deep breath and forced himself to relax; it could be forever before she touched him again.Just as he had resigned himself to his torturous fate, he felt her velvet lips at the head of his cock, and then he was engulfed... in the coldest water he could imagine. His whole body recoiled from the shock and the groan that ripped itself from him shook the entire bed.He felt her swallow, once, twice, three times, the muscles of her throat massaging him, encouraging him to stay hard.And then she was gone again. He yanked at his bonds in frustration. He wanted to snap at her, was very nearly fed up with this game and wanted out... now.The gentle brush of her fingertips told him she was not finished. Patience, came the voice in his head. He tried to relax again, but failed.His cock ached, his balls throbbed, and then it happened. The brush of her velvet lips, his sharp intake of.