My husband groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as he began to fuck my mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts. I relaxed my throat, allowing him to delve deeper, the warmth of his cock igniting a fire within me. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the sounds of our panting and grunting mingling in a primal symphony.
As I continued to suck his dick, my husband’s grip on my hair tightened, his hips bucking in a frantic rhythm. His body tensed, the tension coiling tighter with each passing moment, until finally, he erupted in a torrent of cum. I swallowed, relishing the salty tang of his release as it flooded my mouth.
Breathless and spent, we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies still entwined. My husband’s hand cradled the back of my head, his fingers tracing the contours of my face as he whispered, “You’re a porn star, baby. You make me come like no one else ever has.” And in that moment, I knew that our love was not just about oral sex, but about the raw, unbridled passion that burned between us, a flame that would never be extinguished.
