Everything Tastes Better With Chocolate

It began with a text message to Henrí:

I want to dip your dick in melted chocolate, and when it dries, I want to see how long it takes to melt in my mouth

He didn't respond to the text, but he came home with two big bars of Hersey chocolate. I had thought everything would go according to plan, but being a parent tends to come first, so we found ourselves to exhausted to melt the chocolate, and wait for it to dry….so, I simply took a piece of chocolate and stuck it to the roof of my mouth. I honestly thought this would be disaster, not because it would be messy but because you never know what could happen when you try something new.

I caressed his legs, ending right at the end of his balls. I saw him swelling through his boxers, so I took them off, and when he lifted his legs to take them off, I got a wonderful view: no hair anywhere! He'd been so nice as to take care of his nether regions while I was asleep. I took the semi hard cock and placed it on my tongue, entombing his head in chocolate. His fingers where on my nipples, rubbing the very tip, which always makes me wet. But tonight was all about him. The piece of chocolate had melted away, but the taste was still on him, and I wanted more. The last few nights of deep throating and the chemical sensations that the chocolate must have made me ravenous, because for the first time his dick did not just only go down my throat, but I did not gag. No struggle, no reflex. I took it all down, balls deep, and not a sound. And speaking of his balls, his now hairless balls, I treated them to an oral massage. I became entranced; I bobbed my head up and down, surpassing my own limit on how far back his dick went into my throat, gingerly massaging his sack, and placing just a bit of pressure against his perineum…..

And when his load exploded in my mouth, I kept his dick perched on the edge of my lips as my tongue swirled around the underside of his head, swallowing everything he let out. With his slowly softening cock still contracting his said

"Scarlett, that was amazing…and I mean as in the best I have ever seen or felt. That one beat out all the rest in existence."

I was beyond pleased. Usually, I ask Henrí how it felt, what was his favorite part. I like to know what it was that he enjoyed so I could either do it more often or do it better. I didn't have to ask him any questions this time.

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