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Her right hand trails down her perfectly soft body and brushes through the landing strip, then her index and middle finger land on her clit. The other hand goes to one of her breasts, pinching and pulling at her hardened nipples.

The sight of her on my bed playing with herself is enough to cause pre-cum to leak from my engorged boxers, my heavy manhood springing free and standing proudly between my legs. Her lust-glazed eyes widen, and a look of hunger washes over her.

She’s so fucking exotic and beautiful when she’s like this.

Camille circles her clit once more with a single digit before moving on to her hands and knees, crawling toward me. With darkened lust in her eyes, she sticks out her tongue and flicks it over my cock, causing it to jerk. She licks the pre-cum away from my slit, looking at me with a smirk.

I open my mouth to speak, my words forgotten at the sight of her swallowing my cock down her throat. Her eyes stay on mine, and if she’s not careful, I’ll blow my load in her hot mouth right now like a damn teenage boy.

“Mmm,” she hums against my shaft. “You taste so good.”

Her head bobs up and down, her tongue circling and sucking my head. As good as her mouth feels, I need to get inside of her as soon as possible.

I need to be buried in her perfect pussy as much as I need my next breath.

I push her shoulders, and Camille backs away willingly, settling herself on her back, spreading her legs for me, as if she knows exactly what’s next.

Smirking at me, she takes a breast in each hand and begins massaging them and playing with her taut nipples. My self-control goes out the window, not that I had much anyway.

Jumping between her legs, I place them over my shoulders and devour her wet little pussy. I lick all the way from her little puckered asshole up to her clit, the flat of my tongue lapping at her wetness. She’s still so sweet, tasting just like she did all those years ago.

Salted caramel.

My lips close around her sensitive bud of nerves, and my tongue flicks it while I roughly shove two thick fingers inside her tight entrance. Her moans are music to my ears. They’re as sweet as her.

I want to be inside of her. Ineedto be inside of her. But right now, I also need her to orgasm in my mouth. I need more of her taste. I want her cum in my mouth.

“Dean,” she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair. “I need you.”

I pull back. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get to feel my cock stretching you very soon, but first, I need to taste your cream.”

“Please,” she whines when my tongue flicks over her clit.

“Please what, baby?”

“I need you inside of me.”

“Tell me exactly what you need, Cam. Maybe I’ll give it to you.” I smirk, diving back between her legs. With my fingers still inside her, I begin moving them, thrusting them in and out of her wet core slowly while my tongue licks, flicks, and sucks at her pussy lips and clit.

“I need your hard cock to slide inside of my wet pussy.” To my surprise, she doesn’t hesitate to tell me what I want to hear. “I want you so deep inside of me that it hurts.” She pulls at the roots of my hair, replacing the pain with pleasure when she begins massaging it and scratching my scalp.

Pushing my fingers deeper inside of her, I curl them upward to find her G-spot and massage the area that has her body shaking and her core flooding. She squeezes around me with a vise-like grip, holding my fingers so tightly her pussy makes a gushing sound when I thrust them inside her.

“Oh God, I’m going to come!” she yells, her back arching off the bed. “I need to come in your mouth and have you lick me clean,” she cries out, her body shaking with the threat of an oncoming orgasm.

Continuing my work, I keep my fingers curled deep inside her and give the sensitive bud the attention it deserves, my mouth sucking while my tongue circles the bud. By the way she’s writhing and the way her pussy is pulsating, I know she’s ready to come. I give her G-spot one more massage, then stop and pull my hand away when I feel the flood of fluid squirt from her.

She’s always been an easy squirter. All it takes is the right touch.

Camille screams her release, her fluid dripping down her ass crack and pooling around her bottom. It’ll be an uncomfortable wet spot to sleep in, clear evidence of her body shaking orgasm.

With a smug smirk, I kiss up her soft body, stopping at her hips to kiss over the faint silver marks etched in her skin. Beautiful stretch marks, a sign that she created and carried life inside her body, proving how fucking incredible women are.

I reach her face and crush my lips against her, forcing my tongue into her warm mouth. Her legs widen to accommodate my body.

Reaching between us, I take my cock in my hand and guide the tip to her entrance. "Are you sure about this? Take a minute to think about what you're doing because as soon as I sink my dick into you, that's it, you're mine," I warn, teasingly rubbing my head against her sensitive clit.

"I've always been yours. Now shut up and fuck me."


Tags: Kyla Faye Erotic