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The snow squalls were relentless, the wind howling around the old light post where we had parked. Cassidy smiled and looked up at the stars, despite the winter cold, and with a coy glint in her eye said, ‘You sure you want to do this here?’
I grinned back, unbuckled my seat belt, and leaned into Cassidy, pushing her back so she was reclining her seat. I then reached down, surgerygloved, and emerged her thick oneeyed member from inside her warm track pants. Already glistening with precum, I then went in for it.
Cassidy stroked my hair as I expertly worked her bulbous head with my tongue, flicking and caressing, savoring the taste of her sweetness. I was in heaven, and my enthusiasm was palpable, pushing Cassidy deeper and deeper into a trance of pleasure.
Before long, Cassidy’s body arched, her breathing becoming more labored as the pleasure intensified with each maddening second. She soon reached her pinnacle, and I clamped my mouth around her penis to catch the warm flood of her cum. The sensation was intense and electric and I swallowed down eight thick streams, savoring every last drop.
Cassidy exhaustingly smirked, “No one has ever swallowed my cum before.” She stated as she rested her head back in her seat. She then drove me home and dropped me off after treating me to a large black coffee from the nearby donut shop.
It wasn’t until the next day that I learned the truth – Cassidy had just broken up with her longterm partner and had been experimenting with her newfound freedom. I guess she had taken me out for coffee as a way to celebrate her newfound sense of liberation.
Today, I still think back to that moment when she said, “No one has ever swallowed her cum before.” Her smirk was exhausted yet somehow seemed powerful and brave. At that moment, I felt proud of Cassidy for finding her strength and taking control of her own life. It had taken a lot of courage and I had been witness to the beginnings of her new journey.
I was excited when I received a call from Cassidy the following day. I accepted her invitation to go shopping with her at Canadian Tire.
I waited outside the apartment building for no more than ten minutes. She was excited to see me and gave me a big hug when I slumped in the front passenger seat. We spent the morning going through the store, chatting about all the goods and getting some halfdecent bargains along our venture. I had so much fun, talking and laughing with her.
We also grabbed something to eat at Wendy’s Hamburgers. My kinda Phillapino. She ordered a Dave’s Triple Classic Combo which I had Asiago Chicken Ranch Combo.
When we finished eating, she took me out to a secluded laneway snugged by thick tall elms. We talked more about our lives, and our shared interests, and made some future plans to reconnect more often.
And yes, I swallowed another load from her.
I was so grateful for Cassidy. It was kind of nice having a social life that I never before felt that was possible. I vowed to make sure we kept in contact through Facebook and Instagram.
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