I plunge my tongue into her wet center as far as my jaw will allow. I pull back and plunge again. And again. And again. She bucks against me, trying to gyrate against my face. She’s building, the walls of her pussy quivering.
Not yet baby girl, not before you show me what I came here for.
I stop and withdraw; she whimpers at the loss. I quickly pull my balaclava back down and give her ass a slap. She grins over her shoulder, walking back to the bed.
Pippa sits on the corner, facing me, her legs spread wide for me to see.
Such a good girl.
My hand goes to palm my cock in my pants but fuck these gloves! A necessary evil to hide my bruised knuckles and tattoo. She notices my moment of annoyance.
“Don’t worry, I’ll come back for you,” she assures.
She grabs the thick cock vibrator, runs her tongue down the length of it for show, and drags it down her body to her needy cunt. Stroking herself, coating it in her arousal, she throws her head back with pleasure.
Goddamn!
She slides it inside her; I watch as she stretches and takes it in, and then… she turns it on.
Oh. Fuck.
She moans, and her chest pitches rapidly with her breathing. She inches it in, little by little. Taunting me while her thumb dances circles around her clit.
“You sure you wouldn’t like a closer look? Maybe join me and swap out this silicone cock for something big and beautiful of your own?”
I shake my head. Slowly. Clenching my jaw. My hard dick aggressively protests my decision.
Instead, I fidget in my seat. Watching. Salivating.
She fucks herself for my visual pleasure: panting, squirming, arching her back, and throwing her head back in blissful moans.
One hand is now pleasuring herself with the vibrator, the other caressing her breasts.
“I’m… I’m. Oh God!” she cries, her body convulsing in waves around the toy.
My lips part, breathing heavily, captivated by her.
My cock throbs with need.
She is the most beautiful creature, lost in her orgasm. I can’t tear my eyes away from her, quivering on the bed.
Fuck, I am one lucky son of a bitch.
Seeing her like this, I'm already eager for what comes next in our game.
When she finally comes down from her euphoria, she returns her attention to me through hooded eyes.
“Was that to your liking?”
I nod. I’m white knuckling her armchair. This was the best show of my fucking life! Sweat glistens on her brow as she shoots me a devilish smirk.
She begins walking over. “Now. Your turn.”
I hold my hand up to stop and point to the ground. She understands the assignment, dropping to her knees and crawling.
Such a good fucking girl!
She reaches me, sits up on her knees, and undoes my zipper to free my dick.
