Her eyes are glazed over, her hair is disheveled, and her skin is flushed pink.
She’s stunning.
“I want you to bounce on my tongue,” I say.
Her mouth drops open.
“You heard me. I’m not going to repeat myself.”
She nods.
I help her into position.
I stick my tongue out and wait.
Nothing.
I slap her fine ass.
That gets her moving.
“Mmm.” She lifts her hips up and down.
That’s it.
She whimpers.
It doesn’t take long for her to settle into a rhythm. A few seconds into it, Carina is bouncing up and down like a dirty cowgirl, gripping the headboard for dear life. Every single time she lands on my tongue, I plunge deeper inside her pussy.
This is so fucking hot.
“Mother… of… God.” She cries in sync with each bounce.
She’s so loud.
Unrestrained.
Unashamed.
Depraved.
I’d like to think I’ve corrupted her.
For the next few minutes, nothing else matters other than my tongue and her hole. My face is covered with her sweetness, and yet, I don’t feel it’s enough. I want to push her further.
I clamp my hands against her hips and force her body back and forth.
The sensation is mind-blowing.
Pre-cum is running down my cock.
“Dear God. Dear God. Dear God.”
She’s praying to a higher power who won’t be able to save her from her fate. She’s so close to getting off, she tries to squeeze against my face, riding the ridge of my nose, bathing me in more of her juices, and I lap it up.
A few more of those thrusts, and there won’t be any way out for me.
I tighten my grip, preventing her from moving. Without warning, I lift her up and turn my face to the side.
