Voice delicate, she urges, “Easy, baby. I’ve got you.” Then she settles her lower body snuggly against my face.
Hooking my arms around the backs of her thighs, I nuzzle her core, inhaling her heady scent. When she yanks me into her mouth, I take that as permission to devour her.
Sixty-nine is truly underrated. Though some claim multitasking dulls the enjoyment, the juxtaposition of giving and taking lights a fire inside me.
When I lick, she hums.
When she sucks, I blow.
Moans are exchanged for groans that turn to grunts before becoming moans again. Round and round, a tug-of-war of pleasure. Though in this game, we’ll both be winners in the end.
Leaving one hand on her ass, I slip the other between her legsand find her clit. Her mouth goes slack on my cock and my tip rests against her lips.
I slide my middle and ring fingers inside her wet heat and work them in time with my tongue while she sucks me lazily, humming her enjoyment around my cock. It’s difficult to resist thrusting my hips for my own pleasure here and there, but I’m mostly focused on getting her to the finish line.
It doesn’t take long for her hips to buck wildly. Her movement slides the sash right off my face, but I keep my eyes closed. I’m not about to ruin my first sensory-deprivation experience.
Every noise I pull from her brings me a little closer to the edge of my own orgasm.Come on, baby, I beg with my tongue.
“Right there. Do that again,” she demands.
I happily comply, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue while curling and pulsing my fingers deep inside her.
She grips my cock with both hands now, muffling her moans with my girth.
“I’m gonna come,” I say into her pussy, warning her of my imminent release.
“Let’s go, baby,” she says around me.
Thighs tighten around cheeks, noses are pressed to damp flesh, and pure bliss passes between us, until the tug-of-war rope we’ve been pulling on goes slack and we collapse in flawless ecstasy.
Joey swallows around my dick, taking every drop of my release while her pussy pulses against my tongue.
“Holy shit,” I pant, finally opening my eyes.
With a giggle, she peppers kisses against my inner leg.
Sitting up, I pull her into my side. As I do, just a hint of hesitation flickers across her face.
“What’s going on in that brain of yours?” I ask, shifting on the bed to get a better look.
Her cheeks are flushed and her hair is all askew. “It wasn’t too much, was it?”
“Baby,” I plant a reassuring kiss on the top of her head. “You’re a fucking queen.”
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Josefine
Baby,you’re a fucking queen.
The giant smile that splits my face can’t be tamed. With an audible exhale, I relax into Cam’s embrace and loop my arm around his waist, my bare breasts resting against his hard abdomen. “Good,” I whisper.
He swirls lazy patterns along my heated skin, teasing the side of my tit. Then he pulls back a little and reaches for the phone on the bedside table.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling room service. You need new sheets.”
