“What is fellatio?” she asked her husband. “It’s how to give a blow job.” says the husband, “where did you hear that from?” “Never mind that, just tell me, please”, she says. It’s honeymoon time. Unfortunately, fellatio and blow job are two acts that have never been introduced to her. Raised in a very strict household, her innocence was held like a prisoner in jail, and needed to be free. With angelic eyes, she looks at him asking to explain more about how to give a blow job.  ”It’s better for me to show you than to tell you. Are you ready?” Whispering she says, “Yes”!

She never knew in her wildest dreams that this man, her husband would have her on her knees for anything else other than a prayer. He tells her that this is something that he has wanted for a long time, and he’s waited for just the right moment. Long before marriage, she was told by her mother that there are some things that good girls never do.
Her love for her husband was stronger than the echoes of her mother’s voice.

He had a private collection of porn and has revisited this moment a million times in his thoughts. He knew exactly what to do and how to help make her feel comfortable. He told her to not be ashamed or intimidated by anything.

Both being naked, and relaxing on the king size satin covered bed, she began touching his toned body. The more she massaged, she started to see IT rise. She looked at him and asked, “Can I touch it?” with a look of joy on his face, he tells her “YES!! But, are you ready for the very next step on how to give a blow job?” Without hesitation, her soft pouty lips were gently resting on his hard thick shaft then her tongue made its way all around the purple tip. She tasted the slight saltiness that surrounded his shaft, and started to moan “Mmm”, as if she was enjoying her favorite meal. She took her hands and started to squeeze the hairy sack resting underneath the rock shaft. Immediately, she slides her entire mouth over IT!

She finally realized that she was learning from the best teacher on how to give a blow job. She seemed to have an inner instinct and a willingness to please her husband. Her husband takes a firm steady grip of her blonde strands and slowly starts to thrust his hips towards her face while IT is slipping, sliding and pounding between her lips, hitting the backs of her throat. She finally realized that Mrs. Right is FREE at last!