My adorable girlfriend can’t resist the living room sofa. Every evening after dinner she curls up next to me in her tiny tank and shorts, eyes sparkling mischievously. Without a word she slides off the cushion, drops to her knees between my legs and tugs my sweats down. Her soft lips wrap around my cock, taking me slow at first—teasing the head with her tongue—then deeper, swallowing inch by inch until her nose presses against me. She bobs eagerly, ponytail swinging, drool spilling down her chin onto her perky tits while she hums happily, big eyes locked on mine. Sofa cushions sink under my hips as she sucks harder, gagging softly but never stopping, cheeks hollowed, throat fluttering around every thick inch. Minutes of sloppy, loving worship and I grip her hair, explode thick ropes straight down her eager throat. She swallows every drop, licks me clean, pops up with glossy lips and whispers “now we can watch the movie… maybe round two after credits?”
