you have a nice voice, wanna talk me through my orgasm? sorry I mean nice voice can you tell me to come for you? sorry I mean nice voice I'm gonna think about you when I finger myself.
Giving head is one of my favorite things. There's something about the texture against my tongue, the taste of precum. You reach down; you fingers in my curls, and I pull away.
"I'm playing," I say, swatting your hand away.
"Oh," you chuckle and lean back, wearing that smug grin.
I'm just as surprised as you are that I let that slip, and I exhale when you don't challenge it. I go back to admiring my prize, tracing the veins on your cock with my tongue. When I take your dick into my mouth, my eyes fall close and I almost moan aloud.
Your hips buck. I forget that I'm supposed to do this for you. This is my treat. You look like you could tear the pillow in half, growling under your breath. My pussy clenches hard.
You jerk me off your cock. Before I can protest, I'm flat on my back and you're between my thighs, a hand reaching down and shredding my panties.
Your hips buck into mine. I giggle. You're so desperate, so impatient, and maybe I'm a little nervous because it's never been so feral. Your cock glides against my pussy for the third time, and you growl, reaching between our bodies to press your cock against my soaking hole. My laughter turns into a gasp, high and airy and startled because, fuck me, I hadn't prepared myself to feel so full so quickly. My pussy sketches around your cock, and it's almost uncomfortable, but so fucking good.
Your teeth dig into the flesh just below my collar bone. Tears threaten to spill over my cheeks as you force yourself deeper into my pulsating heat.
"You want to be used?"
I barely register the question. Mouth hanging open, eyes rolling back as I writhe against you, hugs bucking mindlessly.
"Stop moving," you grunt. I whine and buck harder, desperately trying to fuck myself into your cock.
"Give me those legs." You haul my legs over your forearms and the angle changes, forcing your dick deeper. My back to bows off my bed. Your hips plow me back into the bed, harder, deeper, and I hear a voice cry out, your dick knocking against my cervix.
"Yeah, you're so fucking wet. You like it when I gag you?" I can't think enough to answer before your fingers hit the back of my throat. Gagging, tears spring to my eyes and suddenly you stop thrusting. My eyes fly open and I'm sure I look a mess, teary eyed, spit trailing down my chin, hips desperately thrusting against nothing. You laugh under your breath, thrusting your finges back between my parted lips, pressing your cock head against my soaking wet pussy. "Fuck, yea, you do, pushed my cock right out of your pussy."
why cant i be watching a pretty little thing bounce on it while groping her own tits, panting that her cunt feels so good with mommy's cock buried inside it rn ugh, im fine, fuck
