GABE
I'm damn near losing it as Lena kneels between my legs, her hand wrapped tightly around the base of my cock, fingers clamping with that perfect pressure.
She leans in close, her tongue darting out to lap at the head, hot and wet, scooping up the pre-cum beading there. A jolt of fire shoots straight up my spine.
She's bare, still hazy from my mouth on her earlier, thighs slick with her own wetness, ass pink from the spanks I gave, and those full tits rising and falling with each short, sharp breath.
Fuck, the sight of her alone could unravel me.
She knows exactly what she's doing to me.
Her tongue swirls slowly around the tip, teasing in tight circles like she's savoring every bit, before she sucks the head into her mouth, lips sealing hard.
Her cheeks cave in with the suction, pulling deep while her hand works the shaft in sync, twisting slickly on the upstroke. Spit spills over her knuckles, dripping down to drench my balls.
I let out a rough groan mixed with a laugh, surprised by how quickly she's got me on edge.
My fingers slide into her hair, tangling in the soft strands, holding but not pushing. She moans low around my length, the vibration humming through me.
Then she's bobbing deeper, confident as hell, throat easing open to take half my cock without a hitch.
The messy trail of spit from her stretched lips makes every glide loud and obscene.
She drags back slowly, sucking hard until only the tip rests on her flattened tongue, then dives forward again, nose brushing my stomach, hand pumping the base, fast and firm.
Her other hand cups my balls, rolling them, thumb pressing along the seam until my thighs tense and shake under her. "Jesus fuck, Lena," I rasp, voice thick and strained. "You're too damn perfect. Twist harder on the downstroke. Yeah, just like that. You're killing me here."
Her eyes water a little but stay locked on mine, burning with focus as she picks up the pace.
Her mouth works the head with quick flicks and swirls, spit pooling on the floor between her knees.
I can't look away from how she's throwing herself into this, every move raw and hungry.
She goes full-on filthy, pulling off with a gasp to lick long, wet stripes up the underside from balls to tip while her hand flies over the shaft.
Pre-cum strings thickly between her lips and the head when she lets go, and then she's diving back in to deep-throat, her gag kicking softly.
Her throat tightens around me in waves that damn near snap my control.
I buck shallowly into her mouth, fucking that wet heat, and she takes it all, moaning like she's desperate for the choke.
I'm teetering too close already. "Enough," I growl sharply, fisting her hair to yank her off with a wet, sloppyPop.
She gasps for air, lips swollen red and shiny, chin streaked with spit and pre-cum, a thin string still connecting her mouth to my throbbing cock. "Too fucking good. You'd make me blow right now. Nightstand. Grab a condom."
She stumbles to her feet on shaky legs, wiping her chin quickly but never breaking eye contact, that hunger still blazing in her gaze.
I reach into the drawer, snatch a condom, tear the foil with my teeth, and roll it down my length while she watches every move, licking her lips slowly like she's starving. "Bed. On your back, legs wide. Show me that pussy."
Lena scrambles onto the mattress, dropping flat and spreading her knees far apart, heels dug in as she bares everything.
Her pussy's slick and swollen, clit pulsing visibly, entrance clenching and practically begging. I climb between her thighs, bracing on my forearms, cock nudging her entrance before sliding up through her wetness to grind against her clit.
She whines high in her throat, hips jerking up needily.
"You want this buried deep?" I tease, voice rough as I circle the head right at her entrance. "Stretching you out, owning every damn inch?"
"Yes, sir," she breathes, desperate, hands clawing at my shoulders, nails biting into skin. "Fuck me. Fill me now. Please."
