My cunt crawls on all fours in the living room, not fishing for attention, just casually crawling towards me while i watch a football match. She sticks her head between my legs. And i look down to her "What are you doing?". She giggles "Nothing Sir, enjoy your play" and unzips my pants. It becomes hard ... to focus on the match, but she keeps going. I lean back and look at the clock and think "Lets see how long she can keep this up". And she keeps going, no rush, no haste, like breaking waves, up and down, as matter of course. My attention for the screen is dwindling, i look down at her, she looks up to me, but keeps the rhythm steady. "Are you okay?" i ask. She blinks and keeps going. I lean back, let out a sigh and enjoy the moment. After a while i look at the clock, already 7 minutes and i wonder how long she will keep this up. I decide to not intervene and see where this is going. Damn she is good, Her tongue is moving up and down my shaft in the rhythm of her bobbing head. Her tongue tip is not quite reaching to my balls but she try to reach for it every time. Soon she will master this also, i am sure of it. She just looks up to me with her big innocent eyes while i tax her, she don't becomes nervous from my grading look or speeds up, her mind fully occupied by her tasks, she just keeps going. I don't know how much longer i will last, she picked up my lessons very fast and i must wonder if she secretly training with a dildo. It is too much for me to look in her eyes, i fight the urge to grab her hair and push her head down. I look up at the ceiling. This helps not very long and i explode in her mouth but she keeps going. No gagging no coughing, she did not even flinches. She looks up to me as nothing has happens. She don't try to dribble it out, i can hear her gulp and she keeps going. Her rhythm is just perfect, not too fast, not too slow and as i look back down to her i know i would not go soft today. Her velvet lips sealed around my shaft, her tongue sliding over the underside of my gland every time she pulls back. I turn my focus back to the screen but i can't say, for the hell of it, which team even played. She must give up at some point in time so i let her keep going. A look at the clock tells me it is 34 minutes later as she first crawled in. I look back down to her and she keeps eye contact. I search in her face for any signs of fatigue or frustration, no, she just keeps going. I know what to say to make her stop "cunt, i claim you". She stops mid stroke but just for a second. after a quick blink, she is back on her task. I can't hold back any longer, animalistic lust burns in my veins. I grab her ponytail and pull her head back. The seal of her lips got broken with a wet plop, a string of saliva and cum still connecting us. I hold her head a few inches away from the tip, with her tongue out she is still trying to reach it. Spacy i bring out "That is enough, head down ass up". She dropped on the floor before i finish my sentence and presents me her glistering pussy. So it took a toll on her too. I mount her, knowing i would not be able to cum for some time but i ravaged her anyway. I fucked her through the sunset in to the night. Every suppressed squeal, every moan just got me rallied up even more.
I think she got what she want to accomplish this day. And i will never forget her face.