Twins Make Four

“Tobias...” She squirmed, grabbing the sheets above her head.

“Taste yourself.”

I collected more juices and pushed my finger into her mouth. She sucked it greedily, never taking her eyes off of me, and the sight was more erotic than anything I’d seen before. Her fast breathing matched mine, her round tits taunting me with each rise and fall. Kneeling above her, I cupped her pussy and brought my mouth to her nipple, licking it over the material of her dress.

The juices poured out of her pussy instantly, soaking my fingers. I decided to reward her by pushing two digits into her tight hole, watching her face twist in pleasure when I began fingering her.

“Ah! Yes!”

She called my name repeatedly as I fucked her with my fingers, ripping through her wet walls. My mouth watered at how hot she looked as she moved her hips to meet my hand, begging me to fuck her harder.

I added two more fingers and thrust so fast that her pussy started squirting, sending her juices right over my fingers and the mattress.

“Tobias!”

I didn’t stop, positioning myself so that I was now in between her legs, with my mouth on her clit. I licked it languidly, which was a contrast to my fast thrusts. Her juices kept pouring out, wetting my face, and the smell of her arousal hit my nostrils. So damn good.

“Oh... That’s it... Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She thrashed agai

nst the bed, constantly rocking her hips, so I had to grab them and hold her in place as I gave my undivided attention to her swollen nub.

I was devouring her, watching her face contort as her moans filled the air, feeding on her taste, feel, and scent. I could sense that she was close, so I pulled away before she could actually come.

She glared at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “What? No! Why did you stop?”

“You don’t get to tease me during the whole dinner and get away with it just like that.”

I slammed my lips against hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth, showing no mercy. Our kiss was brutal, our bodies grinding against each other as my hands slid all over her tits and waist. She was trembling under my hands, her skin hot and smooth, and I wished to lick each inch of her body.

This time, I turned her to her stomach and removed her hair aside, lowering my head to kiss her neck... But then I stopped when I noticed a tattoo behind her right ear of a bird. I traced it with my fingers.

“Nice tattoo.”

She moaned when my fingers continued their journey across her neck. “Thank you.”

I pressed my lips on it, earning another moan from her. I separated myself from her to take my pants and boxers off, noticing a wet spot on my pants that had come from her pussy as I ground against her. With a smirk, I removed my clothes in one swift move and covered her ass cheeks with my hands.

“I want to take my time with you,” I told her and stroked her bottom, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh. Her ass was too big and round—just the way I liked it. My precum poured out of my tip, and it was too easy to imagine myself cumming all over her. I separated her legs so that I had access to her pussy that was now glistening with her juices.

“You like this?” I brushed her clit with my thumb and watched more juices spurt out of her. Nice.

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“How about this?” I moved my finger over her entrance and reached her anus, smearing her juices over it.

“Mmm, yes.”

She started squirming, moaning loudly each time I moved my finger over her sensitive skin. She was sopping wet, and I was getting more impatient to be inside that liquid heat.

I probed her entrance with one finger and pushed it all inside. Her walls wrapped around it immediately, gripping it like a vice. I fingered her fast, adding two more fingers when she began rocking her hips uncontrollably, her desire pouring out of her non-stop.

Just seeing her juices on the sheets and all over her pussy and thighs was more than enough to make me lose control, but I didn’t want to let this game end too early. She was seconds away from orgasming, already convulsing as if she was experiencing an unbearable pleasure. Once again, I refused to let her orgasm, removing my fingers right before it happened.

“No! Tobias!”

She tried turning around, but I pressed her shoulders on the mattress and left a trail of kisses down her spine.

“Not yet.”