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Before I rise back up, I feel her tits and sigh with absolute pleasure. I tell her what I want.

“Suck my cock.”

Her warm breath wafts around my crown as she lifts my shaft in front of her mouth. But instead of gagging on my pole, she glides her tongue even lower.

She reaches my balls. They’re about as big as her mouth, but she’s not afraid to get a little dirty. She’s seen the joy it can give a woman.

She laps around my strong bearers of seed, creeping closer and closer as she grows accustomed to me.

Before this mission, I don’t think she spent a lot of time with men. It makes the experience even more right.

I nudge the back of her head until my sack rests on the bed of her tongue. Using my other hand, I stroke and tell her to suck, spit, and lick.

“Softly,” I say.

We can go hard later.

“Mm,” she moans, mouth full.

When I know she’s ready for more, I ease back and give her some air.

She catches her breath, salivating all over her pretty, little face. I wipe the spit with my thumb, spreading it onto my tongue.

I swallow and bring her in for a deep kiss. “I want to get real disgusting with you,” I say. “If we weren’t in this jungle, I’d commit unspeakable acts to your body.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

Her ass is begging to be fucked, but I’m saving her cake at the end of the party.

“Open,” I command.

Her wet lips part, tongue draping out like a drawbridge for cum, cock, and groping fingers. Slowly, Naomi wraps mouth around me like a baby to a bottle. She sucks, bringing me in deeper.

“Tell me what you’d do to me,” she begs.

“If I had it my way, I’d chain you up and throat fuck you to kingdom come,” I say.

“That’s it?” she whispers.

I force her head down, and feel the warmth of her throat almost instantly. I hold myself there until I hear her gag. Then I hold her there a little longer.

The pleasure swells between my thighs. I’m ready to fucking burst, but I bite my tongue and think of unpleasant thoughts to hold myself back.

I want to edge with her. I want to spend days like this, holding my seed back until I spray like a fountain.

And when I get my satisfaction, I want her to stay chained up as I eat her, giving her orgasm after orgasm, after fucking orgasm.

That’s what she deserves, a partner who tortures her in the right way.

“I’d tease open your asshole until you could fit me,” I moan.

“Oh, God. I want that so bad,” she admits, cheeks turning red.

The image races inside my mind. It’s not enough that I have her. She’d actually let me do it, no questions asked.

This woman was made for me.

“You are a nasty girl,” I say.


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