Burps

July 26th, 2008

I knelt between his legs, working my mouth up and down his hard penis. I was folded on top of my legs, my torso pressing down and folding me in half. My stomach bubbled relentlessly from the barbecue we had just left. It churned and groaned and threw air back up into my mouth. I kept burping.

"You are so hot, babe," he laughed.

"Oh, I know."

I didn't want to keep burping, but it was irresistible. Vomiting probably would have been less attractive anyway.

I fell into a new rhythm. I bobbed down on him in two short pumps then one long. One, two, threeee. One, two, threeee. I felt his body tense at the motion, and his fingers trailed in my hair.

"I like that," he moaned. "Practicing new techniques?"

"I did this one last time."

"Who you practicing on?"

"Shut up."

I leaned back down to continue. One, two, threeee.