I live.
And it’s a damn good thing because I get to watch her quake and hear her scream as she climaxes in a burst of streaming liquid, squirting all over my mouth and down my chin. It’s fucking hot.
“Condom?” she gasps.
“I don’t have one in here.”
“Your choice, we go get one or stay here and you can fuck my mouth.”
“Stay.”
She slides down my body and gets on her knees between my legs. I sit up and watch her take off her top.
“I want to fuck your big, beautiful tits too.”
“You so nasty, Dice.” She grins and reaches for the bottle of oil, greases up her breasts, the valley in between, and her nipples until they’re shiny beacons. She wraps her mouth around the tip of my cock and licks it like a lollipop.
“Shit…” I grip the sides of the bench, barely keeping myself from ramming it down her throat. “You’re really tryna end me.”
She doesn’t answer. Just hums around my shaft, sending vibrations straight to my spine. My whole body shudders.
Her tongue swirls around the head, spit-slick and stroking. With her hands, she pushes her breasts together, soft and plump, and takes my cock between them.
“Fuck, it’s like you stepped out of my fantasies.”
“You been thinking about this?” she murmurs, breath warm against my length.
“There were so many nights I jerked off after you left my apartment in those tight-ass tops.”
“Glad to know I wasn’t the only one. I didn’t have toys back then, but I used the shower head and imagined you eating and fucking my pussy.”
“Jesus, Lot.”
She smirks, then lets a line of spit fall from her tongue, drizzling down my cock before she slides me between her breasts.
My dick disappears between those perfect brown pillows, slick and cushiony. She presses them tighter and starts to move, up and down, slow at first. Her nipples drag against my thighs, causing little electric shocks with every stroke.
Our eyes lock, lips parting on groans and pants.
“You like that?” she murmurs, licking the head as it pops out the top.
“I’m about to embarrass myself.”
She laughs, low and wicked. “Don’t come yet. I’m not done.”
Her rhythm picks up. Breasts bouncing, her hands brace the sides, mouth darting out to lick the tip every time it slides up. She’s working me like she knows my exact breaking point and she’s dancing right on the edge of it.
I thread my fingers into her locs and tug. She moans like it turns her on just to have my hands on her. She takes me deeper in her mouth this time, tits still wrapped around the base… squeezing.
“Keep going, wildcat.”
She adds a hot, wet suction that sends me into oblivion.
Back arching, thighs flexing, a low roar builds in my chest like thunder.
“Lot… I’m?—”
She doesn’t stop. Doesn’t pause. Just looks up at me with a fire in her eyes that saysgive it to me.
