I realize what she's trying to do and I help her adjust on top of me. She moves closer and we both gasp when our cunts make contact.
“Oh my God,” we both utter in unison and a collective giggle leaves our mouths because of how in sync we are.
If you told me a few months ago that I would be tribbing with Juliette Kingston, I would have laughed in your face, but now? I've never been more excited in my life.
She grinds into my cunt, her clit instantly rubbing up against mine and I whine. She begins riding me, her eyes agape at the very position we're in and honestly, mine are too.
“Harder, baby,” I tell her in a moan, feeling her thrust into me and I move my hands to her back, digging my nails into her slender skin.
“Fuck.” She groans out in pain and wanton need. “Take me. Take all of me.”
Oh. My. God.
Her hands move to my tits as she begins squeezing them while she pistons her cunt into me harder and her clit rubs against mine; it's so insane. I feel like I've turned her into a sexual monster and I don't regret it.
Not even for a second.
“Don't stop” I plead in between moans, her cunt feels so incredible and warm. It feels like we're both puzzle pieces, perfectly fitting together.
“I won't, I won't ever stop,” she says in a crazed, sweet tone.
I want to say this feels like heaven, but it isn't. This is filthy, unadulterated, and is torturing my very soul with pleasure. This is hell, my very own personal hell and I never want to leave.
She rests her forehead against mine and I take the opportunity to envelop her lips with my own, tasting myself on her. We kiss, open-mouthed, as our cunts rub together and the feeling is agonizingly pleasurable.
Her hands stop squeezing my tits and move to the sides of the pillow as she tries to steady herself and I move my hands to her perky ass and pull her deeper into my pussy.
“Oh my God,” she moans against my lip and I can tell she's close, so I buck my hips into her from underneath, harder.
We both grind into each other crazed, like lust-filled animals, as our kisses become messier and sloppier until we both burst.
My hands once again move to the pillows, trying to get my hands on anything to steady the pleasure that's about to rattle my body.
I feel her own two hands slipping into mine, interlocking her fingers with mine as her body violently shakes against mine. It sounds crazy, but I can feel her cumming against me as she can probably feel me too.
We buck up against each other, gasping into each other’s mouths. She trembles against me, but I can only focus on my own insurmountable pleasure that is attacking my every last sense.
I've lost count of how many times she's made me cum, they've all been powerful and undeniably torturous, but this?
This is beautiful. She is beautiful. On top of me and against me, with her ethereal blue eyes staring deep into mine. It's almost as if she can see my soul, and I can see hers too. It feels like our souls are both crumbling apart with every ounce of pleasure that hits her. Watching her is making this orgasm that much more pleasurable.Much more agonizing.
I can't breathe, not when I can feel my heart beating so erratically and my cunt clenching harder than it ever has before. I just want to hold Juliette against me and never let her go. It doesn't matter what I want though, because after a few minutes, she rolls off me.
I shake my head trying to snap out of the trance I was just in, forcing myself to regain my breathing. I can feel her panting next to me, both of us riding out our orgasms.
“Four times,” she says abruptly.
I turn to her bewildered and tired. “Huh?”
Juliette's face distracts me, she looks so thoroughly burned out right now; her face is flushed red, her hair messy and her lips swollen. Yet, she still looks positively…radiant?
“I made you cum four times,” she says, her chest heaving. “I told you three times wasn't that impressive.”
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