She yelps at first but her voice fades into a deep moan.
“You’re a dirty boy,” she teases.
I bring down my hand on her soft ass hard enough for her knees to buckle.
“No talking,” I growl.
I want to hear what her body has to say. Words are cheap and don’t do the act justice.
I work long, hard strokes, following the circle of muscle at the opening of her hole. She’d definitely prepped for me. The lube she’d used was sweet and makes her taste absolutely divine.
Slowly a guttural sound builds up in her chest, and she tightly squeezes herself around my tongue. As the intense orgasm fades, I bask in her afterglow. She can cum with her ass, and she cums fuckinghard. I think I may have to marry this woman.
At this point, my dick is so hard that I can’t hold myself back anymore. I push myself up onto my knees, and position myself at the entrance of her moistened ass. She looks back at me with both lust and fear in her eyes. I slide my thumb inside her and spread her open.
She’s ready.
She groans as I press my head inside her; her body surrendering itself to me. Somehow, she’s tighter than I expected.
Hazel looks back at me and I get a fun idea. I reach forward and slide my fingers into her mouth and down her throat. She chokes, and her throat tightens, lubing my fingers up in the process.
I apply her spit to my shaft and slam my hips into hers.
She screams both in pain and pure ecstasy.