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She has gone soft beneath me, whimpering with every twitch of my cock.

“Are you okay?” I ask as I pull from her, dragging a rope of cum with me.

She makes a sound that I think is positive, but I’m not sure, so I roll her over. Her body comes willingly, those perfect tits rocking with the motion. I can’t help it, I suck a dark nipple into my mouth again and flick my tongue over it. She whimpers again, but her hands thread through my hair and keep me in place.

“I’ve never come so hard in my life,” she says after a while. I move to her other nipple and lavish it with the same attention.

I would tell her the same, but my mouth is full and my tongue is too busy memorizing the way she feels in my mouth.

“God,” she says after another minute. “You really did fill me.”

My cock jerks and I lift my eyes to her, finally releasing her nipple from my mouth.

“If you say stuff like that, I’m going to want to go again, and you need rest.”

She lifts her knees up, one at a time, and begins to slide her fingers through her folds again.

I groan.

“Eat me out again?” she asks, her eyes hooded with arousal. “Please.”

Arina

Garick obviously doesn’t need to think twice about it. He climbs between my thighs and buries his face in my pussy like his life depends on being successful at making me come apart.

This time he goes slower. Less starving-possessed-man and more hungry-to-taste-every-part-of you.

He uses one hand to tease my tits and the other to gently massage wherever his tongue isn’t in that moment.

When he told me he could hold back, the wave of pleasure that went through me almost knocked me sideways.

I’ve never really had a partner, only a few one night stands that didn’t amount to anything much, and usually ended with me finishing myself off because he was done and dressed and gone.

Garick made me feel like I was the sexiest woman he had ever seen, then he made sure to ruin me for anyone else. His thick cock stretched me just enough to almost, but not quite, hurt. Then he filled me with his cum and ate me out, just to tell me how great we tasted mixed together, which I never imagined was something I’d find so hot. Something I’d never imagined any man would be willing do to.

Then he fucked me from behind like a wild animal, and now his mouth is on me again, sucking lightly at my over-sensitive clit.

It takes a while, but he never once stops. He just keeps working at my cunt like owes me his life.

This time, the orgasm is deep and consuming. My entire body jerking as I come against his face screaming about wanting him to fill every one of my holes. I don’t know where it comes from, but I don’t have time to feel embarrassed about it as he lifts himself up and with a few pumps of his fist, splatters cum over my wet curls.

“You’re going to be the end of me,” he says, pulling me close to him.

“Right back at you,” I manage, wriggling as close as possible to him.

***

The light from the window wakes me up when reaches my face.

I sprawl outwards, reaching for Garick, the throb between my thighs being caught between a satisfied ache and the urge to go again. Only he isn’t there.

“Garick?” I call out as I sit up, a bubble of our juices escaping me with the sudden movement.

I reach between my thighs and find I’m sticky and wet and not sure how much of it is from last night and how much of it is fresh arousal.

I pull the sheet around me and pad through to the living room, then the kitchen, finally finding him drinking coffee and looking at the paper bag on his counter.

“What is it?” I ask, also eyeing the paper bag.