The muscle on her thigh spasmed, and he felt her grip loosening around his head.
"Woah, woah." Standing up, he grabbed her as she fell backwards, shrugged her legs off his shoulders, and set her on his lap, her butt cheeks plopping on his thigh, plump yet muscled underneath, shaft nuzzling the front of her pelvis. "Are you okay, Mrs. Terri?" He asked with concern as he felt her chest heave and gasp against him.
For heaven's sake. He thought in chagrin.
Cumming hard enough to pass out, though it wasn't the first time such had transpired with one of his partners, Marke hadn't expected it from a woman like Mrs. Terri. That usually meant immediate cessation of collaboration between both parties.
"You want some water?" He asked.
He felt her shake her head in rejection on his shoulder.
To his surprise and delight, Mrs. Terri then began moving her hips, causing his shaft to scrape along her pelvis, reaching a palm down, and grabbing. She gave it a squeeze. "That's a nonsensical question," she licked the skin behind his ears, "to ask, Mr. Marke. If you are done already, just say so."
Marke deadpanned at the woman.
Grabbing her breasts, he tweaked her nipples, extra sensitive from her orgasm just prior. "You were about to hit the floor head first from how hard you orgasmed, woman," he said. "A little humility before the man that ate you out to that point would be appreciated."
"But," Marke grabbed his shaft, slapping it against her abdomen, "it is no matter. I shall surely receive my flowers after this."
"Try you—"
Hot touch. Marke called out, hand on her hip, and feeling the energy lingering within his fingertips, he applied pressure, her skin around his fingertips indenting.
She blinked at him with a bewildered expression.
"Just showing you what's special," he shrugged with a chuckle.
Pushing herself upright off his chest, she began gyrating her hips, looking down at his shaft dazedly.
Marke grabbed her chin and lifted it and brought her face closer.
"I think you know what to do," he told her, invading her mouth with his tongue to give her a taste of her own juices, then guided her to her knees on the floor, the tower of Marke standing tall as she gazed up at it.
Penetration now, while Hot Touch was active, would certainly put the woman out of commission, and this was his only chance to watch the mouthy woman use her mouth to please him.
She made a ring around the base of his dragon rod with her index finger and thumb, grazing the skin rather than grabbing, her eyes fixed on the dollop of pre-cum pooled around his urethra.
"You don't..." she whispered dazedly, inching closer to his phallus, "...need to tell me that."
She stuck out her tongue, long and slender, and gave his phallus a wide lick.
Rather than waiting to feel the onset of exhaustion after using the skill, he invested both stat points he had into stamina, prepared to earn more after the fellatio was done.
She focused solely on his dragon head, brief licks with tongue flat eating up pre-cum each time it pooled into his urethra and around his head. With his arms slung on the backrest, Marke watched the demonstration in delight.
Closing her lips around the top half of his head, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked in, her tongue now directly resting on his pee-hole and savoring the prelude.
Marke clenched his ass cheeks, pushing his hip upward, and sucked in air through his teeth at the pleasure transmitted from his shaft to his senses.
Marke came like a water hose, his abs clenching, and white spots dotting his vision for a moment as he did, and Mrs. Terri allowed it to pool into her mouth, cheeks ballooning like a chipmunk with a nut before swallowing it, lips never leaving his shaft.
With a pop, her lips glided off his shaft, now glistening from her spit.
Marke clenched his ass cheeks, pushing his hip upward, and sucked in air through his teeth at the pleasure transmitted from his shaft to his senses.
Marke came like a water hose, his abs clenching, and white spots dotting his vision for a moment as he did, and Mrs. Terri allowed it to pool into her mouth, cheeks ballooning like a chipmunk with a nut before swallowing it, lips never leaving his shaft.
With a pop, her lips glided off his shaft, now glistening from her spit.
Mrs. Terri took a deep breath, and with her tongue laid on the bed of her mouth, her head descended, lips grazing the phallus and moving lower.
With his left arm, he reached for her left butt cheek and grabbed a handful fiercely, giving it a slap, enjoying the pleasure as she crossed the halfway mark of his shaft and watching her glorious booty jiggle, plunging his mind into the same sexual trance from when he slept with Mrs. Olivarez.
Marke groaned with his lips clamped shut as her lips circled the base of his shaft, the familiar sound of choking when most girls attempted to take him to the base devoid from Mrs. Terri's throat.
Despite his best efforts, Marke breathed out an audible groan.
"Your throat is a vacuum," he complimented, shifting his hand from her ass to her scalp to guide her motions.
A slow crawl upwards and a sudden plunge down wards was the routine for this blow-job, Mrs. Terri had seemingly decided, and he had no problem with it, her vigor increasing with his praise.
Marke made a mental note.
Ten, twenty, thirty seconds. That was how long Mrs. Terri stayed with his shaft down the back of her throat before coming up to gulp a mouthful of air and descending upon his pole once again.
Five times she did so, until Marke came once again, really glad he hadn't been stingy and had invested both points he had earned in stamina.
With his eyes closed, suddenly the value on the system panel shifted.
[Stat Point: 1]
A soft whimper reached his ears, his shaft no longer warm and slimy.
Opening his eyes, he witnessed Ms. Terri sitting upright beside him, thighs clamped shut as she quivered intermittently, gasping for breath as she did. Really? He thought. Just from sucking? The hot touch skill is something else.
Regardless, Marke slung an arm around his shoulder and allowed her to lean against him, an unwelcome memory of a dreary period in his life popping up: he sat exactly like this with his second girlfriend in the movie hall, her uncle, who had come along, berating him constantly about how she was paying for their meal and everything else. That was one time in their yearlong relationship. Marke had walked out halfway through, never seeing the woman again.
Since then he had come to terms with the fact that everyone assumed and judged, very few ever bothering to dig below the surface of what is seen. Nobody cared enough to do that.
That had taught him to never care much for what others had to say and that unless money was in his hand at all times, he would somehow, someway, always be looked down upon.