My eyes close in ecstasy. I'm squeezing his hands all right, and wriggling beneath him.
His tongue is sliding over me, taking in every drop of moisture my arousal created on my pussy, and creating even more with the way he's touching me. He shakes his face over my pussy and gets right at my clit, his tongue delving in with a gentle, but insistent, point.
I bite my lip. A scream builds in my throat, needing to shout out in reaction to this intense pleasure that he's giving me.
His tongue glides over my clit, touching it just enough to make me whimper with a begging need.
Sanders wiggles his face over my pussy, his tongue and lips touching every inch of me and then returning to kiss around my clit so softly I'm trembling for him.
I shake my own hips under him, desperate to do something to aid the budding pressure within me. Agony and ecstasy contort my face and tense every muscle in my body.
Sanders closes his mouth over my clit.
The suction on my clit draws every nerve in my body to be extensions of that sensation. A burbling wave of pleasure boils through me in every vein, all through my body. Heat floods my core and makes me shudder. Rolling waves course through me, each wave set off by his tongue as it pleases me.
Whimpering, groaning, crying out, I feel that all building within me to the point of orgasm. I rock against his face, ready to let go and feel what's happening. My hands squeeze his with a death grip.
Sanders squeezes back and suckles on my clit like nothing I have ever felt before. The raging intensity of pleasure in my body crests with every touch. The rise and fall of my breath heightens each sensation. Coming harder than I ever have in my life, my legs spasm like I'm having some sort of seizure. My senses collide into a kaleidoscope of sensation. I taste the summer in my mouth, hear the sounds of my moaning, scent the sex in the air, feel his face pressed so intimately into my body's pleasure center. My nipples ache, my stomach burns with molten heat. My throat is raw from the screams that are tearing out in whimpers and groans. The air is filled with the scent, and the slick sound of his face on my pussy brings me back to life as he goes back to licking the folds of my pussy to square off the intense pleasure he's created. My clit is so sensitive right now, I'm grateful. But the lust crazed part of me wants to bring our joined hands down and press him back on my pussy.
If his mouth can do this, what will his cock do to me?
Reality crashes back around me, settling me in the tides I'd been following in my relentless pursuit of my orgasm. Sanders is not even naked. I haven't seen what he's packing, but I'm certain it is serious heat. He must be more than ready for fucking, and I need to show him just how good he made my pussy feel. I'm in the mood for showing just how much commitment I have to this night being his reward. I want to suck his cock until his eyes roll back in his head and he's coming in my face. More accurately, down my throat. I'll take a creamy throat pop now for my own exertions. No one said a princess had to be totally selfless.
Releasing my firm grasp on Sanders, I pull my hands away and press them to his chest. I run my fingers across the cotton of his shirt.
He looks up at me, and he looks almost more like a weapon than a man, so focused on his goal. I know what that goal is before I look down. But that trouser monster there, his huge cock tenting up his pants? I know what he wants.
"Let me show you how much I appreciate those gold star oral skills," I say with a grin.
"I wanna fuck that sweet pussy," Sanders says in a low voice.
I'm not the type to take no for an answer.
"Thanks, and you will...but first, I want to taste what you're packing," I tell him, licking my lips. I reach out for his belt but he moves my hands away
Stepping back, he pulls off his belt with a snap. Sanders drops it on the ground. He steps out of his shoes, removes his socks. Sanders pulls off his shirt with one hand at the nape of his neck. His pants are off. I get exactly two seconds to take in every chiseled, alpha male inch of him before my eyes zero in on my target.
A throbbing, purple-headed, healthily veined, massive offering of man meat locked and loaded and getting pressed through his fist in slow pumps. Christ, I am going to destroy my throat to take every inch of that cock, and I'm going to love every minute of it.
I get up on my knees and I start toward him, stalking forward like a dirty little kitty. I can't wait to lick up his cream.
"Fuck, I do wanna feel my cock inside that hot little mouth," Sanders says. He tucks back a strand of my hair, then gathers my hair up into a makeshift blowjob ponytail, or as I like to think of it, the handle.
I gather up spit in my mouth and swish it around until I'm ready to foam at the mouth, and I take the head in, getting it really wet, and then suck up more and more inches of that cock. I gag a little as we go deeper, but when his cock slides deep enough it is bulging in my throat, I focus on swallowing and sucking and I've got this. I will not be conquered by a massive cock, hell no! It gets to come, but I'm here to service him as damn well best as I can. I suck him deep, pressing my nose to his stomach. I bring my hands to his balls and stroke them. I plan to give them their own licks, too, but I want to be able to suck him really deep first. I have to admit, I was pretty damn proud when I felt his cock go down my throat. Even more proud when my nose pressed against his stomach.
Now? Sanders is moaning low and deep, a rumble building in him in response to my touch. That's what satisfies more than just about anything I've done in my life. Sorry, fantastic career, but you've never made me feel quite as good as this footlong does. And this is jus
t the beginning. Well, a very long beginning.
I bob my head up and down and start pulling him out and sucking him back in with long strokes.
Sanders lets out a long string of expletives as I do this with increasing speed. I mean, that means a girl needs to keep it up and go even faster, right? I do my damnedest to suck up every inch of that magically delicious meat pole, sucking him tight in my mouth. Swallowing him deep in my throat. And doing the elegant, dick-sucking lady's version of slobbering all over the full length. Holy hell, taking him in my mouth and deep into my throat feels so damn good. My pussy is practically crying, downright sobbing, at the idea of him sinking into me. I can't wait to feel this cock bottom out in me, balls slapping against me and cock pumping into me. Because Sanders has a cock that is almost too good to be true.
I mean, I have to say almost because it is so far down my throat it could be tickling my pussy from there.
"Fuck, if you don't stop, I'm going to blow right down that tight throat of yours," Sanders says.
I pop his cock out of my mouth with a wet sound, stroking it with two hands so I can respond without missing a beat. A stroke. A pump. you know what I mean. "As long as you can go again, and fuck my pussy after that, I don't see that as a problem. More of a perk," I say with a giggle. What can I say, Sanders brings out the cock-loving princess in me. I'm downright giddy with this cunting trophy in my hand. Ahem, well, it will be buried deep in my lady parts soon enough, but any pussy would be so grateful to have this gargantuan offering filling it up.