“You like when I lick your pussy?” I ask her in between drags of my tongue.
“Yes!” she gasps as she grabs her breasts and squeezes them. “Oh, it feels so good, Cyrus. How are you doing this to me?”
I grin as I watch her writhing on the couch while I trace her tight little hole with my tongue. She is virgin tight and I don’t know how she’s going to be able to take my thick cock. I’ve always been well-endowed and never thought much of it until now.
It will be fine, I tell myself. Our bodies were made for each other. It will work.
I’ll just have to get this tight little cunt as wet and ready as possible before I try.
She cries out as I wrap my lips around her clit and start sucking on it hard.
I fucking love being soaked in her juices and covered in her cream. My beard is saturated with her. I’ll probably be smelling like her for days, which I don’t mind at all.
“Oh yes,” she moans softly as I start rubbing her clit with my thumb while I plunge my tongue into her tight hole. She’s liking this. Her hips are rolling to the rhythm of my thumb.
I can’t help but touch myself too. I’m burning all over and need some kind of release before I implode. My free hand wraps around my hard dick and I start jerking off as I eat this sweet girl out.
I know she notices because that naughty hand of hers slides off the couch and takes over. I move my hand away as she wraps her fingers around my shaft and grips me tightly.
“Fuck,” I grunt when I feel her squeezing me. I look down and see pearls of pre-cum spilling out and rolling down my shaft. They run over her fingers and cause everything to get all slippery. It feels even better with her hand and my cock lubed up.
That amazing hand keeps moving, making me feel even more desperate to breed her as I lick and suck on her pretty cunt.
She whimpers as I pull my mouth away just to take another look. Fuck, she’s beautiful. She’s stunning. I use my fingers to pry open her wet folds, marveling in awe at the sexy shade of pink underneath. I suck in a breath and then dive back in, devouring every inch of her with my greedy tongue.
I want to make her cum hard. I want to make her cum so hard that it’s etched into her brain and she never forgets how good her man makes her feel. I want to make her cum so hard that she’ll never even think of leaving me.
I latch onto her engorged clit and suck as hard as I can, flicking it with my tongue as she starts writhing out of control.
She squeezes my cock, but it’s all she can do. I’m driving her over the edge and she can’t seem to focus on anything other than the intense pleasure I’m giving her.
“Cum on my mouth,” I command before I’m right back on her clit, mercilessly sucking it until she cums all over me. I’m not going to stop until I see her thrashing around in bliss.
Her body starts to buck on the couch as she moans viciously and cries out louder than ever. She starts thrashing around now, grabbing onto the couch cushions, onto her tits, onto her hair, onto my hair. She’s so close. Her thighs squeeze my head when I hit the right spot.
I keep on sucking her clit relentlessly, giving her no break, no mercy. I want her to erupt on my lips.
“Oh fuck, Cyrus,” she screams as she arches up, grabbing the back of my head as her legs start shaking. She holds that position for a second or two and then throws herself back onto the couch as she cums hard.
Oh, fuck yes.
Warm juice pours out of her cunt as the orgasm consumes her. My tongue goes crazy, trying to drink up every last drop. It’s coming out so fast that it leaks down my beard and onto my chest. Drops of it spill down onto my hard cock.
She’s covering her eyes as hard quick moans and whimpers spill out of her open mouth. Her beautiful tits are jiggling with every sexy sound she makes. Her legs are trembling on my shoulders.
If I wasn’t in love with her before, I fucking am now. She’s a goddamn angel in the flesh.
My possessive feelings toward her only increase as I watch her trembling. She’s fucking mine. I don’t care what anyone has to say about it. I’m keeping her.
Her orgasm lasts much longer than any of mine ever have. When the intensity of it fades and she’s half sunk into the couch, she opens her eyes and gazes at me with a loving look.