Poison

“That’s it,” I hissed. “Believe me, Anna, it’s going to get dirty. I want it, Anna. I want you, so fucking dirty.”

“Do it!” she hissed, then moaned as I pulled away.

She knew exactly what I was going for as I headed out to the kitchen, but still her eyes opened wider as I held up the filthy white lace we’d already made so dirty.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered, and I was already there, rubbing the panties against her clit.

“Watch,” I said, and she did. She propped herself up on her elbows and stared down at my fingers strumming her through the lace.

I made her come over and over, working so hard on that horny little nub that her thighs were trembling as she took it. I played her body better than ever I played my own, mouth watering as those panties soaked right through.

Once again she knew what I was doing before I did it. I positioned myself between her legs and took my cock in my hand, stretching that lace across her slit. I told her to keep her hands away and she gripped the cushion behind her head, pinning her lip between her teeth like my filthy little angel ready to play. I cast off my clothes between jerks and she watched me, moaning fresh as my flesh came into view.

That much adoration made my cock all the harder.

My balls were aching, needing to blow, and my hand was slick with precum. My breaths became ragged, eyes fixed on that beautiful pussy as she ground it back up at me. I stretched those dirty panties tight over that delicious pouting cunt before I jerked a final thrust and unloaded, spurting thick cum all over them, and then I was right up and at her, slamming her flat onto the sofa with that sopping wet lace ready and waiting.

“Open your mouth,” I told her, and she whimpered as she did it, opening up nice and wide.

I pulled that dirty white lace tight between her lips, and her tongue came out to meet it.

I told her to suck on that filthy lace and she sucked on it with the most adorable lust in her eyes. She had me. She fucking had me, legs wrapping around me, pulling me into her hot cunt.

I pinned her down and fucked her fast and fierce as she sucked on those filthy panties, teasing me so sweet that I was soon ready to fucking blow again.

“You’d better keep fucking still,” I grunted as I pulled free and moved to straddle her pretty face.

It was bliss. Both of us fixed on my cock as I jerked it fast.

“Open wide,” I hissed. “And don’t even think about fucking swallowing.”

She did what she was told, opening her mouth all over again with that lace sopping slick between her lips. My cum splattered even thicker this time than before, spurting over her tongue and lips and those dirty panties like a seedy fucking fountain.

“Don’t fucking swallow,” I hissed again, and she managed a sharp little nod.

My cum collected at the back of her throat, panties still tight, and I was straight back down at her pussy, sucking on her clit as she squirmed.

I knew it was sensitive as all hell.

I knew it would take every scrap of restraint for her not to swallow hard and catch her breath. But she was a good girl.

She was my good girl.

She was the filthy little angel that never failed to drive me insane.

Her body was a shuddering wreck as she exploded again, and I pushed my fingers back deep into her ass to ride the waves. Her moans were gargled and bubbling, and my balls were aching fresh, mind lost to everything but that moment.

“Don’t fucking swallow,” I said again, and she nodded. I pulled my fingers out of her ass and was straight up in front of her as I sucked them clean. Holy fuck, how hungry I was when I sucked them clean. Her eyes fixed hard, and she tipped her head back ready. Oh fucking yes.

I stretched her lips apart and stared right inside her mouth with those soaking panties still spread tight.

“Suck,” I said, and shoved my fingers in deep, pushing the lace all the way to the back of her throat, and she retched, then sucked and swallowed, moaning hungry.

Fuck, she was my world. My match. My everything.

I pulled my fingers free but she kept on sucking that lace clean, and then she opened back up, to show me how well she’d done.

And I kissed her.

I kissed her with those panties still between our wet mouths, tongues crashing and twisting as we tasted. I lifted her up from the sofa and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, as keen for the kiss as I was.

Dirty,

Oh fuck, it was dirty.