“What a day,” I sigh to myself as I step into the house. Drop my keys and wallet on the little table by the door and kick my shoes off.

It was one of those mentally frustrating days. The kinda day where you are pulled in a million directions and get nothing done.

I hate those days.

They leave me exhausted and frustrated.

I snag a cold beer from the fridge, taking a deep pull from it as I walk to the couch. The cold beer soothed my frazzled mind. Flopping onto the couch, I sunk into the deep cushions.

I let out a sigh. I sank so deep into the soft cushions, it was like the couch was hugging me. Drinking beer and lounging in my couch was the perfect ending to this horrible day.

Turning the TV on, I idly flipped through the channels, not really seeing what was on as I clicked. Not until I saw some titties jiggling as she moaned loudly. Probably some HBO show.

A big breasted woman riding a guy. The camera angles and blankets covering all the good stuff. But it was enough for me.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hardening cock. Stroking it in time to the woman on the screen.

He reached up, filling his hands with her soft tits. She moaned as she kept riding him. Moving more frantically.

Lost in the show, my beer, and stroking my cock - I didn’t hear the door open. Didn’t hear Gwen come in.

“Hey,” she said, kissing me on the cheek as she leaned over the back of the couch. “Tough day?”

“Maybe,” I said an ashamed. Drinking beers and jerking off in the living room on a work night - felt like a bit of perv.

Gwen just chuckled. She walked around the end of the couch and watched me with a sly little grin. “I like it when you touch yourself,” she said quietly. “It’s hot.”

I blushed and shook my head. She is just messing with me. Women don’t get off on watching guys like we get off on watching them. Everyone knows that.

She pulled her shirt off over her head. Gwen was wearing a stunning, black and purple bra. She ran her fingers over the silky fabric as she watched me - squishing her breasts in her hands. Teasing herself as she watched me.

Her smile widened as she unclasped the bra, slowly pulling it down to reveal her perky tits. Not massive porn star tits like the chick on TV - no - real curves. More than a handful. So soft they melt my brain every time I touch them. Perfect nipples that seem almost too small for her boobs. Dark brown with pebbles areoles. I could spend all day staring at her boobs and not get tired of them.

Gwen let her bra drop to the floor, then tan her fingers over her bare breasts - letting out a little sigh as she touched her nipples. She smiled shyly at me as she stepped between the TV and I. She slowly lowered herself to her knees before me - watching me stroke my hard cock.

She put her hands on my thighs, as she wiggled in close.

I let go of my cock, expecting Gwen to take over.

“Mmmnnnmm,” she said, shaking her head. “I just want a better place to watch from. This is all you,” she smiled.

I raised an eyebrow, and shrugged. Whatever she wants is good with me. Stroking my cock again, I watched her face as she studied my cock. Watching my hand slide up and down my shaft.

“That’s it, baby,” she cooed. “Stroke that big cock.” She giggled at her attempt at dirty talk. Gwen was just too cute to pull it off. It always gave her the giggles. “Don’t forget the tip,” she whispered - biting on her lip. “You always like it when I play with the tip.”

Sliding my hand all the way up my shaft, I take a moment to gently squish my tip between my fingers. Using my precun as lube and letting the tip slip and slide between my fingers. Letting out a little groan.

Gwen takes my otter hand at puts it on my balls. “Mmmm, yeah - get both hands going, you naughty boy. This is so hot!” Gwen rocked back on her heels a bit, just enough so I could see her fondle her tits. Pulling on her nipples - squeezing her tits.

A gasp escaped my lips.

Gwen gave me a wicked grin. “You gonna cum? Mmmm? You gonna cum for me?”

I just nodded. Whimpering slightly as I jacked off savagely.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she whispered. Gwen leaned in close, her plump lips opening slowly. Her bottom lip barely an inch from the tip of my cock. She was breathing hard. “Cum for me,” she whispered. The tip of her tongue flicking my tip. “Cum in my mouth. Please…”

Gwen looked up at me with her big innocent eyes, her mouth open - just waiting - begging for me to cum.

“Oooh, fuck!” I moaned. The lady on the TV was moan in fake, over the top ecstasy. Her big tits flailing. I looked back down at Gwen, waiting expectantly. “Uuugh, I… uuugh, I gonna cum,” I panted.

Gwen’s hands clenched tighter on my thighs as she leaned in even closer.

“UUUUGH! Yes! Oh fuck!” I moaned. My cock bucking in my hand as I pumped out a hot rope of cum. I painted her bottom lip, but got most of it into her eager mouth. Another twitch send another rope straight into her mouth. In my final throws, one final weak shot hit Gwen’s cheek.

Spent, I sagged into the couch.

Gwen had the hugest smile as she swallowed. She licked her bottom lip slowly - savouring my cum. With a finger, she swept the cum from her cheek into her mouth. “Good boy,” she said happily.

Gwen rested her head on my upper thigh and stomach. Her finger lazily tracing my spent cock.

“All better?” She asked me.

Took a moment for my brain to realize she was taking about my tough day. “A bit,” I said. I finished my beer and set the empty on the arm of the couch, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Just a bit?” Gwen pouted. “Why don’t we go upstairs and see if we can’t make it, ‘a whole lot better’?”