Without a second thought, she opens her mouth, her face still construed in absolute pleasure, while she continues grinding on my thigh. She's such a good girl, so obedient for me.
I take two of my fingers and slip them inside her mouth and watch as her eyes darken.
She obediently sucks on my fingers without so much as a word and I feel myself dripping. Every single thing she does is hot.
Her lips are so plump around my fingers, completely bruised from the kisses we've shared.
“Such a slutty little mouth,” I say huskily, completely awestruck by her mouth.
She responds by biting lightly on my fingers and grinding harder onto my thigh and I smirk at how much of a brat she is.
My brat.
I take my fingers out of her mouth and move them to my own cunt, using her wetness to please myself. She rests her forehead against mine as I rub my swollen clit. It feels so good touching myself for her while she gets off on my thigh.
“Yeah, touch yourself for me baby,” she groans, her tone incredibly low.
She looks so smug and pleased that I'm touching myself because of how hot she looks and that only makes my clit swell even more.
I continue rubbing circles as I watch her eyes roll back in pleasure. My thigh is positively dripping right now and I wouldn't have it any other way.
“You're so fucking hot.” I moan out the words in a whine as I rub myself harder, watching her.
I'm so painfully close and it's embarrassing how quick I cum anytime Adaline even looks at me. Who could blame me? Have you seen her?
“Make yourself cum for me,” she demands, her tone belligerent as she rocks harder against me.
“Cum with me,” I retort, spitting the words out like it's an order.
I need her to cum with me, to feel her come undone on my thigh while I touch myself for her.
My gaze can't stop traveling to every inch of her petite body; her tits, her cunt, and that stunning face.
She whimpers as I rock my thigh up against her cunt and speed up my own ministrations. I feel the high coming up, my brain being overcome with pure heat and my legs starting to shake violently.
“Oh my fuck!” Adaline screams out, her cunt throbbing against my thigh and her eyes rolling to the back of her skull.
“Fuck,” I moan at the same time, incredibly loudly, my hands tugging at the back of her hair.
I find myself being pushed over the edge watching her cum—she looks so ethereal, too perfect to be real that it makes me cum in response.
We both shudder against each other, our hips jerking and chests heaving. She plants her lips back onto mine, helping me ride out my incredible orgasm and I feel her shivering against me, clearly still riding out her own.
This orgasm feels like the tip of the iceberg. It's so incredible, but I want more.
Adaline has opened up the floodgates, both metaphorically and literally. It seems as though she reads my mind because she detaches her lips from mine.
Her hands move to my thighs and swiftly she flips us both over, so now I'm straddling her stomach. I marvel at her agility, but before I can say anything, she speaks.
“Sit on my face.” She orders me breathlessly, her eyes glazed over with lust.
I don't have to be told twice, her hands move to my thighs and I move to sit on her face as she steadies me instantly.
It doesn't matter how sensitive I am from my orgasm; my stamina won't let me stop. I lower myself on her tongue and instantly, I'm engulfed with pleasure.
How did I go most of my life without pleasure like this? How did I survive before this?
I grind against her tongue as she works absolute magic on me. She's so utterly perfect in every way, like some sort of porn star who knows exactly what to do and how to tip me over the edge, because that's the thing about us, we might hate each other, but we always understand each other.
