She doesn't ask me to stop.
She just screams.
I push two fingers inside her while my tongue works her clit. She's so wet. So tight. Her walls clench around my fingers like she never wants to let go.
"Please," she gasps. "Please, please, please?—"
I don't know if she's begging me to stop or begging me for more.
I don't care.
I curl my fingers. Press hard while my tongue flicks faster.
Her thighs strain against the ties. Her whole body trembles. She's close. So fucking close.
I want to watch her shatter.
I lift my head just enough to see her face. Her eyes are squeezed shut. Her lips parted. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath.
"Look at me," I command.
Her eyes fly open.
"Come for me, solnyshko." I curl my fingers again. "Come on my tongue."
She shatters.
The orgasm rips through her like a storm. Her scream fills the room
I don't stop.
I work her through it. Licking. Sucking. Fucking her with my fingers until every last tremor fades and she collapses against the mattress, boneless and gasping.
Only then do I pull away.
I rise to my knees. My cock juts out in front of me, so hard it aches.
I need to be inside her.
Now.
I reach for her right ankle. Unhook the tie. I repeat the process with her left ankle.
She lies there, spread open, chest heaving, eyes half-closed.
Fucking beautiful.
I climb onto the bed. Position myself beside her head. My hand wraps around my cock, stroking slowly as I move closer to her face.
Her eyes flutter open. Track the movement of my hand. Widen slightly at my size.
"Make it wet." My voice comes out rough. Strained. "Get my cock nice and wet so I can slide inside that tight pussy."
She licks her lips.
Then hesitates.
"Condom," she breathes. "We need?—"
