“You want me to fill you up, baby?” Bucking my ass back into the question allows for his cock to nestle itself deeper between my cheeks. “Make you drip for me?” Wetness soaks itself past his knuckles while the muscles greedily suck him in deeper. “Have me between these thighs all fuckin’ day?”
“Ohmyg-” teeth ferally clamp down on the shell of my ear rewriting the phrase on a spine-tingling shiver, “goalie…”
Pleased rumbles can be felt rattling his chest. “Good girl.”
Praise shown by pumping his finger faster.
His hips.
Licking the spot he just bit and groaning.
“You’re such a good girl, Gilly,” purrs the man I’m now actively squeezing my cheeks around. “Such a good girl grabbing my cock like that.”
The adoration is instantly met by tighter holding and faster bucking.
“Such a good girl letting me have this ass.”
My backside and pussy clamp down in tandem.
“Such a good girl letting me come.”
Just hearing the word threatens to have me doing so.
“Is that what you want, baby?” Thayne’s palm presses itself firmly against my swollen nub, adding pressure. Urgency. “You want me to paint this perfect ass white?”
Dreamily nodding barely precedes me frantically bumping my sticky lower half backwards, plumpness incessantly grazing his balls.
Faltering his jerks.
Wordlessly imploring he do exactly that.
“You want me to give you a snow shower?”
Feeling his shaft swell even more during his descriptions pushes me to grind harder.
Savagely stroke him from root to tip.
Oscillate between sloppily coating his cock and drenching his palm.
“You want me to snow the Tendy’s Slayer?”
“Yes,” rushes past my lips on a heavy pant, pussy already beginning to pulsate in warning. “Please…” Begging in a sultry voice I can hardly believe is my own mindlessly occurs. “Please, Thirty-Five.” Animalistic grumbles graze my ear. “Please, snow me, Thirty-Five.”
Short, choppy breaths plant themselves all across my neck and collarbone as long, blazing hot bursts bury themselves between my cheeks, blanketing my curves and tiny, taut hole alike. Heavenly sensations from the steady splashes shove me over orgasm’s edge causing my legs to clasp close and my frame to uncontrollably shake and my sopping wet muscles to voraciously milk his finger in hopes of it delivering the same delicious mess his dick did.
Sighs of satisfaction swiftly shift into screams of ecstasy only to be smothered out by his mouth ravenously capturing mine. Our tongues covetously roll around and around and around, encouraging our frames to do the same.
For me to transition onto my back.
And him onto my front.
And his cock – that’s already preparing for round two – to thump against my inner thigh.
Thayne’s mouth struggles to separate from mine yet when it does, he breathlessly murmurs, “Fuck…tell me you’ve got a glove, Gillybean.”
“I-”
Unexpected vibrations and ringing sounds interrupt my answer along with the moment.
