The surrender

My head is spinning. I have never felt so full and satisfied, yet weak. She moves me to a trash can and bends me over it. There is no pause or seduction this time. She plows into my ass harshly and begins to fuck. I grunt with each stroke till she cums again. When done, she pulls out and flips me on my back. My arms and legs hand down limply, my cock harder than it has ever been and throbbing. Her face bends over mine. “There…there”, she says, and begins to kiss me again. One hand slides down my chest, over my abdomen, then grasps my cock and begins to slowly stroke. Her mouth fucks mine as she strokes me. My mind struggles. I need to cum badly. Very badly. She repositions herself and places her head between my open legs. Rising up slightly, she surrounds my cock with her mouth, sliding until the tip goes into her throat. Her mouth is better than any pussy I have ever head, and easily the best blowjob as well. She sucks and slides slowly, applying strong suction and pressure as she rises and sliding her tongue along the bottom of my cock as she nearly swallows it.