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Enjin loves eating your pussy.
He’s addicted to the taste of your sweet, wet cunt on his tongue, to the way your thighs pull him in and practically suffocate him.
After all the shit he’s dealt with at work, this is his reward.
You grip his blonde hair, head tipping back as you weakly try to push him off. You’re already on your fourth orgasm when the pleasure starts turning into something almost painful. Your legs tremble as you mewl and beg for him to stop.
His grip on your thighs doesn’t loosen, holding you in place while his tongue works on you with practiced ease, head moving side to side.
“Enji—ah—it’s too much,” you babble, tears streaming down your cheeks.
You can't even remember what led to any of this.
One moment you had your arms around his neck, kissing him softly after a long mission away. The next, you’re falling apart, pinned beneath him, his mouth on you like a man starved.
He pulls away just long enough for a thick drop of spit to hit your messy pussy—the wet sound loud and vulgar in the dimly lit room, making your face twist before you can stop it.
“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs. “Just a little more, yeah?”
“I can’t take it—please.”
He laughs cruelly. “Don’t lie to me.” His hand presses down on your stomach, hard enough to make you cry out.
“I know my girl can fucking take it,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “Just cum again f’me.”
Your mouth falls open, a choked whine slipping out as he eases two fingers into you, eyes fixed on your face as he feels your body tighten. He doesn’t stop, he goes slow and steady as his thumb traces lazy circles over your swollen clit to ease the discomfort.
You looked so pretty from this view, he couldn't help but stare in awe. Laid out and exposed, body twitching as your pretty toes curled, his name leaving your sweet lips in whiny whimpers.
That flushed, dazed look on your face especially—it really fucked him up.
His eyes drop lower, chest rumbling with a low growl at the sticky mess in his hands—your pussy red and leaky, just for him.
His free hand slips away to unzip his pants, needing to ease the pressure before the taste of you pushes him over the edge. His thick fingers keep working your oversensitive walls as he picks up the pace, mouth latching back onto your clit, sucking and slurping with urgency.
“Enjin—wait” you cry out, the sound barely making it past your lips. Soon after, you feel it—that familiar pressure building low in your abdomen, different this time, heavier,
You manage to pull your head up, gasping for air as if it had been knocked out of you. You feel your whole body burning as your thoughts scatter—too much, too fast—as you throw him one last plea. He ignores it, forcing his fingers deeper and faster, his whole arm tensing as the movement turns rough and relentless. You grab his wrist with what little strength you have left, trying to slow him down, wondering if your body can take any more.
“Don’t try to stop me,” he growls, barely audible as he slaps your hand away and buries his face deeper into you, pushing the tip of his tongue hard against your clit, swirling it with a low moan.
That's enough to send you over the edge. Pleasure and pain crash through you all at once. You squirt all over his face and chest, body locking up as everything spills out of you. It’s overwhelming—embarrassing, humiliating, and so fucking intense you can’t even think straight. If you weren’t so busy moaning like a slut, nerves all fried and head empty, you’d see the shit-eating grin on his face.
“Fuuuck yeah, baby—that’s it,” he boasts, loud and proud, pulling back slowly before landing a few gentle pats on your worn-out pussy—still leaking.
If only he could take a picture of you like this.
Your tits are out on display, bite marks and hickeys trailing down your skin, body slick with sweat and still spasming beneath him. One hand settles on top of your knee, cooing softly, while the other rubs his leaking bulge. He lowers himself, pressing kisses into the sticky mess between your legs—mound, inner thighs.
"You alright, baby?" he whispers against your skin. “That last one was rough on you.”
You shiver as you look down at him through half-lidded eyes, everything blurred at the edges. You manage a weak smile, giving a small nod before letting your head fall back, chest rising and falling as you slowly come down from the high.
Just as your chest starts to even out, Enjin’s already gripping under your knees, pulling them to your chest in one swift motion. A surprised gasp tears out of you. Before you can protest, his tongue slides from your asshole back to your pussy, slurping your mess up before letting it drip onto you again.
Yeah, he fucking loves that shit.
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