I mouth the words of the song, breathing her in without touching her. The restraint needed to hold this position is torturous.
Moving backward, I strip off my shirt. Killer licks her lips looking at my abs.
I turn around, swiveling my hips fluidly.
“God, Frost... that ass,” she groans.
“Mmmmm,” I respond, continuing my dance.
I grab the waistband of my pants, shoving them down as I continue to move my hips. I'm commando, so she gets a good look at my bare ass.
“Fuck,” she groans again.
I turn around, prowling towards her, my painfully-hard cock bobbing along.
Turning back around, I drop onto her lap, grinding against her.
“Too many clothes,” Killer complains, fidgeting in her seat.
I smile slowly, rising back to my feet. I help her out of her shirt, then reach behind her to flick her bra open. It falls forward, and she shrugs it off her arms. Her nipples are pebbled and hard, begging for attention.
I lean in, flicking my tongue over each one once. I reach for her pants, and she wiggles out of them as quickly as she can, taking her panties along with them.
Gloriously naked, she very purposely spreads her legs, letting me see her glistening pussy. She's so wet, it coats her thighs.
It's my turn to moan, but I’m not done yet.
As the song continues, I drop to the floor, miming fucking her hard and deep. I go to one arm, grabbing the base of my cock as I move. Precum glistens on the head. I'm throbbing with need.
I pump my cock a couple of times, then make my way back to my feet.
I get between her still-spread legs, grinding on her lap again, facing her. This time, my cock slowly through her wetness.
“I can’t take it anymore,” Killer whines.
I laugh, standing up and picking her up with ease. I take her over to the large sofa, settling her onto it while I follow her down.
“What do you want, Killer?”
“You. Please, Frost,” she pleads.
“Use your words. What exactly do youwant? Details,” I ask again.
“I want you to fuck me, with your mouth and cock,” Killer rasps out.
I lean in close, ravaging her lips with mine. We devour each other, teeth clashing together as our tongues duel.
I drag myself back, licking a scorching path down her neck, to her stomach, then down her legs. My lips settle around her throbbing clit—my hands reaching up to roll her nipples between my fingers.
Her hips buck upwards. “Yes, Frost...”
Killer is positively panting at this point.
I continue my onslaught on her clit, breaking away to lick her from slit to ass. My tongue folds, prodding her entrance. I savagely tongue-fuck her, making her voice raise louder with her moans of ecstasy.
Bringing one hand down, I spread her folds with my fingers, sliding two fingers deep inside. She sucks in a breath, mouth open on a silent cry. I curve them, fixating on that spot deep inside her that makes her fall apart.
I bite her clit, then lick fast circles around it while working her g-spot.
