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Tired of deepthroating a banana
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Tired of deepthroating a banana There I was, leaning against our kitchen counter, going through my morning routine of preparing my yogurt and granola for breakfast, getting ready to slice a banana to put on top of it all. Pausing only to slide that beautiful banana past my mouth and feel it touch the back of my throat before relaxing and allowing it to slide even further. I would take a breath in through my nose, relax the muscles so that I could take another inch, biting it gently to mark my progress before pulling that delicious banana back out while letting my lips drag along its length and playing my tongue across and around the tip. I would linger with my lips and tongue on what I imagined to be the mushroom head of a real cock before once again dipping my head halfway down the length of the banana and once again dragging my lips back along the length. not sure how long my girlfriend was watching, but apparently it was long enough for her to smile and get wet while doing so. When our eyes met she was petting her pussy beneath her raised skirt, holding it up with her other hand. She had a wicked look on her lips as she watched me. There was no conversation, no words, only our eyes filled with lust, and that lust lasted long enough for her to come over to me, to kiss the banana I was holding all the way back until our lips met. Her hand was on the back of my head, firmly, gently, holding my head as we smeared the flesh of the banana across each other's cheeks and lips, her hands moving to my face as we kissed deeply, my hands grasping her breasts and nipples, kissing my way down, bits of banana falling to the floor and creating a soft slipperiness on our bodies. After we fucked on the counter. Her sitting back and resting on her elbows as we both watched my cock slide into her before she turned around, offering me her pussy from behind as we both sucked on that wonderful banana, sharing it between our tongues and mouths. It was a messy fuck, deep and passionate, with slippery banana smeared across her breasts and stomach. Smeared on my cock and balls, on our asses and everywhere our hands melted into each other. We were left there, panting and still hot with what just happened in disbelief of how overwhelmed we were with our desire. We laughed like teenagers until she broke the silence. "That was so hot seeing you deep-throat that banana. My god how deep did you go?" I just smiled, shyly. "Seriously, how deep?" I stumbled over my own words, " not sure. I never really measured. Maybe seven or eight inches." "Have you ever done that on a real cock?" I shook my head. "Do you want to?" I shrugged and nodded a shy yes. "My god, we've got to find you one." She stood on her<b> toes </font></b>and kissed me deeply once again. "I mean, if you want to." I could only nod a shaken yes now that my secret was out. Or should I say our secret. That secret didn't last long. It only took her a few weeks until I got her text - "remember that banana? I think I found the real thing. Can I bring it home?" "How did you find it?" "Don't ask, but I know you will love it. As will I..." I sat back wondering what she had been up to and how she had found the perfect cock for me/us to explore our new passion with. Then I saw her text. "Don't worry babe, I haven't played yet, only pictures through FriendFinder-x. Game for tonight?"  |
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