Without hesitation, she said, “I want you to get over here and fuck me.”
Yes, ma’am.
I took my shirt off, closed the distance between us, and claimed her lips. She threw her arms around my neck, kissing me back fervently. It was obvious that she had an itch that needed to be scratched. I did too.
Heads tilted sideways, tongues invaded our mouths, and our breathing came in soft gasps. My hands found her tender curves, and I began squeezing delicately. She reached down to unzip my pants and then dipped her hand inside.
As our passion intensified and the kiss deepened, she pulled away without warning. Before my brain could process what was happening, she dropped to her knees in front of me.
When I looked down at her, she’d withdrawn my cock and was already stroking it. She glanced up at me, tucked some strands of hair behind her ear, and took my dick in her mouth.
“Ahh, fuck.” I threw my head back, groaning in sheer pleasure.
The warmth of her mouth sent shivers down my spine. And when she grazed her teeth against my cap, my legs trembled. She drooled over me, her small hands stroking my length.
“You like that?” she whispered, looking up at me.
I nodded.
“Say it.” She bit her lower lip.
Hot. So hot.
“I like that.”
She lifted my cock, positioning it like the Eiffel Tower as she bent over and took my sac in her mouth.
The feeling was electric, sensational.
She licked my balls, clean and well-shaven, while simultaneously stroking my cock. Her tongue traced my length before dipping her face back into my groin. With my dick in her mouth, she glanced up at me, choking and gagging.
I reached down, taking a handful of her hair as I delicately shoved myself down her throat. Her eyes watered, her cheeks flushed, and her breath was hitched.
After I pulled out, she let out a soft gasp, swallowed hard, and stared into my soul. A thread of drool lingered on her lip, connecting my cock and her mouth.
She spat on my cap, then smeared the natural lube over my length by stroking it slowly.
Fuck, that feels so good.
She kept stroking me like she was on a mission to make me come. From the look on her face, I concluded that she was basking in my reaction, my expression, and the deep sound of my groans.
I pressed against the back of her head, carefully driving myself into her mouth. She spread out her legs, her hand sliding down to rub her cunt.
“Hmm.” She moaned, rolling her head around my dick, in and out of my groin.
The sound of my cock grinding against her throat sent shockwaves through my body. She stroked me, sucked me, spat on my cap. And repeated the process over and over, each time better than the last.
Once she was satisfied, I helped her to her feet, leaned in, and kissed her lips, ignoring drool over her mouth.
Nasty.
I liked it.
I carried her in my arms, set her down on the bed, and knelt before her. I pulled her closer, making sure her ass was balanced on the edge of the mattress. My hands caressed her inner thighs, teasing her body and building her anticipation.
Her chest was heaving, her eyes lowered as she watched, waiting for me to return the favor. And I did.
I buried my face between her legs and went down on her shaved pussy. One slide of my tongue along her wet entrance, and she was already shaking. Moaning.