“Fuck me… now.” He opened his eyes wide and slightly pulled back his head. “Where’s your new toy?” he smiled.”I picked up the we-vibe and placed it next to me as he lay back and unbuttoned his trousers, pulling them over his slim hips. His fat cock was waiting for me. I was leaning over and taking him in my mouth. Slowly, sweat him, get him tough, milk his cock… so slowly. I slipped his fat cock through my lips, slowly slipped it down, then sucked it and pulled it up. Down, up and down… slowly. Hearing him grumbling, heavy and labored his breathing. With each pull up, his cock becomes harder and harder. My hand wrapped around his cock’s base, but I kept pushing him back into my mouth as far as I could every time, keeping him there I understand he wants. Until I’m prepared to shake, I’ll just release a little, and then go down again before I get back up. I understand he enjoys the way I worship his cock, but the only way to do it is to worship.
His cock was growing tough and fat. I could feel his body shaking so difficult fucking. I knew that holding his cock in my throat like this makes him want to cum right there, but I knew he wasn’t going to. Now I sucked him harder, pushing him to the limit. Feeling him shake, pulling my hair as he twisted it so hard in his fist. His shaking voice, “Suck the bitch of the cock. Suck it… “Slide it gently down again, suck it along my mouth’s ceiling and slide down, down. I could feel the tension of his body. I knew it, I had it.
And he threw me back then. “Fucking bitch,” he screamed at me, grabbing the We-Vibe and bringing the pack of lube. He spilled it on the toy, dropping a bunch of it on my arm. I switched it on and put it in. I settled for a second and felt it inside of me. For my clit it’s been a little long as I’m constructed like a tiny one. It wasn’t a soft fit, it pushed inside me. There was a lot of air so I know it wasn’t. His eyes were captured as he was struck by the vibrations.
It’s been uncomfortable. But I’m going to inform you that, it felt nice. The pad struck my gspot with every thrust, making it burn in a really delicious way. I could say he was annoyed with it, though. With every thrust he seemed to have to force his cock. It was in the manner alone. He kept going, noticing I certainly got off on the filled feeling. He wasn’t going to prevent. He’s been fixed on my delight.
The more I believe about his past, the more I see it in our fucking. His natural serving instinct. His intense desire to make this way enjoyment. In this time, he’s not selfish, he’s determined.
My g-spot is sore and my cunt grabs him hard and wants more, but my brain informs me that something is off and that’s this toy. I push the We-Vibe back and pull it out. I threw that aside.
“The baby’s sorry,” he whispered.
“No,” I said, pulling him back on me, bringing him in me. Lastly, feeling nothing but his cock. It’s all I need to fill me up.
Now we’re fucking. Very fucking. He’s pushing so hard into me and I’m holding him. Fighting for something, reaching for an orgasm that for both of us oddly seems out of reach. He’s not happy with that, I can see that. His face is focused, but he has small eyes. He’s frustrated, almost showing his eyes… guilt. FUCK.
He pulls me off again and I sit down and reach for him immediately. We’re now sweaty and hopeless. We both ragged and fell asleep. He pushed me back down and plunged my pussy back into his mouth. He’s digging his fingers in my cunt and rubbing against my painful g-spot. Expertly stroking me with his tongue, pushing and rubbing. I feel the tongue peering, rubbing just above my clit adding some additional stimulation, and it’s all I need. I grabbed his head and fucked his mouth and found my core. He cries as my sperm lapses. He’s god, I’m sitting down.
And that’s hungry.
I pulled him up and wrapped around his cock my hungy whoring mouth. He was sitting half and watching me. I so badly wanted him. It took the sub in me to please him. I wanted to taste his cock, shake him like the submissive whore that I am. I’m always torn with him between the desire to drink his sperm and let him beautiful with it. That’s not D / s. This is just two fucking individuals, serving each other, desiring each other. Reaching with one another for our key selves. It’s rhythmic and lovely. It’s colourful and crude. When he touches me, I feel it in my skin. I feel sorry to taste his sperm as much as he does to please me. I tighten my lips around him and let him push his cock back into my neck, again.
again.
again.
“You’re prepared for my cum, baby?”My body is suffering from his words.
again.
deeper.
thrusting.
fucking.
“Oh fuck my cock with that mouth.” Hold on for a second, feeling his sperm cursing through his cock.
“oh fuck. Wrapping my lips and pumping my cock deeply with my mouth, he grabbed my back and pushed me down.
This time he was screaming.
I kept him in my neck. Swallowing into my mouth as he pumped his sperm. He felt he was pushing. Trembling.
I kept him down my neck until the last shot. The slipped back over him with my lips. Pulling back. Savoring.
Degustation of adoration.
We’re out of breath.
We’re shattered.
Who has served whom is uncertain.
And it doesn’t matter at all.