18+ rafayel moans so pretty . . . ❤︎
every time you and rafayel had sex, you’ve always had this thought at the back of your mind — that rafayel had insanely pretty moans. you tried holding back for so long, but in the end, you gave into your desires and decided that you’d do anything to hear him again — that sweet, honey-like voice of his as you ruin him.
“haah—feels s’good, baby.” he moaned, fingers tangled in your hair as you went down on him, bobbing up and down on his pretty cock. you hummed a response, sending vibrations down his length as your tongue swirled around his tip. “s—shit—jus’ like that..” he sighed, breathing heavy and uneven.
you wanted to hear those pretty whines of his, so you decided to move slower, at a teasing pace to get a reaction out of him. your tongue worked slowly around his tip while your hands stroked his shaft unhurriedly. “fuck.. stop teasin’ baby..” he whined, his other hand fisting in your hair too. you didn’t listen — unyielding as you continued tormenting him with your pace.
“ahh—so slow—can’t take it anymore—“ he shoved your head deeper, biting his lip as he took matters into his own hands. you gagged when his tip met the back of your throat, aggressively being pushed down his length. you quickly took back control, placing both hands on each side of his thighs as you started moving on your own. loud and wet slurping noises filled the room, but that’s when it started getting overstimulating for him — his hips bucking into your face as his head throbbed violently inside your mouth. “‘m close—gonna cum—!“
you moved faster — went deeper — having him hit the back of your throat every time. and even when you felt that warm liquid shoot down your throat, you didn’t stop. you kept going — swallowing every bit of him. and now, his pretty whines drowned out every sound in the room. “stop—baby—i jus’ came—!” you kept him at the back of your throat for a moment before moving again. and when you did, his moans turned into breaths — gasping for air as his hips relentlessly jerked towards you.
and when he harshly tugged your head off, you glanced at him with glassy eyes before your face was glazed with his cum. “shit—sorry, baby..” he panted, reaching out to wipe it off your face. but before he could, you licked the corner of your mouth, tasting him with a smile that told him that you weren’t done yet.
you guessed that he couldn’t control it, because you let out a victorious chuckle when he was suddenly hard again.
© lucidsei
