john wishes victoria would stop hovering and just sit.
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“Vic, please” John whimpers, “sit on my face.”
“Wanna taste you so bad,” he says as he maneuvers her sopping wet heat over his face.
Victoria’s hands fly to the headboard, as his tongue darts out to lick a stripe up her heat.
Her moans, along with the sweet taste of her cause him to groan out.
“you taste so fucking good baby,” he says while sucking on her clit. The sounds so obscene it takes everything in her not to faint.
He brings her closer, hooking his arms around her legs, locking her in place.
He eats her out like she’s his last meal on earth.
“Victoria,” he all but growls out.
“When I said I want you to sit on my face, I mean I want you to sit on it.” he says as he gives her ass a loud smack!
She jolts at the sting, moaning as she grips harder on to the headboard.
“But what if I accidentally suffocate you?” She whimpers as she feels his tongue prodding in and out of her hole.
“Then I will die the happiest man on earth” he replies, sounding serious. Almost as if dealing with a life or death situation in the pitt.
“Now stop that hovering and let me enjoy you” he says in an almost whining tone.
Suddenly, he all but yanks her down on his face. Her full weight on him, just like he wanted.
Finally, he thinks as he gives a particular hard suck. Her hand flies to his head, gripping his hair tight. A mix of whimpers, moans, and the occasional oh, fuck! escape her lips. He lets out a happy and content hum, and it reminds Victoria of a puppy who just got a bone.
But that thought doesn’t last long. Actually, no thoughts come to her head the next hour because he makes her cum so good an ungodly amount of times that she sees stars.