He gives an even louder trilling moan. “Seeexty neeen.”
“Ha, no. Not yet. This is just me licking.”
His eyes widen, and he falls back as I continue to tease him. I can’t wait to suck his dick for real.
And for him to taste mine once more.
My hand goes between my legs, and I jerk myself, working myself into a feral frenzy before turning and straddling his body, my ass toward his face, my own tucked into his groin, my tongue dipping into his slit.
He hums lowly, and his hands curl around my hips, pulling my ass toward him. Then his tongue is pushing inside of me, making me cry out around the tip of his cock. Fuck, this isn’t exactly what I was planning, but then again, I didn’t say anything. Didn’t explain.
Fine by me. Love his tongue all up in me.
I groan and gasp, pulling more of his wet shaft into my mouth, feeling his entire body trembling beneath me. Love that I have this effect on him. That he has this effect on me. I feel my arms shaking as I try to hold myself up, trying not to choke on his enormous cock.
I don’t quite manage. I gurgle around him, spit lining my chin as I bring him into the back of my throat and swallow. His cock pulses in my mouth, those ribbed ridges almost seeming to throb against me. And then I feel the first bit of his release splash against my tongue.
My throat works as I consume his seed. But I know he has more of it.
I want more. I want to drink from him until I pass out.
So I continue to suck, and he continues to shove his tongue in and out of my hole. My orgasm is growing closer. I want him to take from me.
I want it so fucking much.
My mouth pulls off him, and I gasp, the angle making his tongue hit that sensitive part inside of me.
“Suck me. Taste me. Please.”
Cielo pauses a moment, and then his tongue is pulling out of my wet channel, and his hand pulls my cock behind me.
Then I feel it, his tongue and that ring through the middle wrapping around me, swallowing me whole. I cry out, my cock spurting its release at the first pull of his mouth against my sensitive shaft.
I fall onto him, sucking hard, my hand working in tandem, wanting to bring him to release again.
We suck. And suck, our bodies writhing against each other. He feels so good against me, warm and wet.
Then his finger pushes into my hole and rubs against my prostate, and I’m done for.
My cum explodes from me as I slot his cockhead down my throat.
Cielo hums around me as I jerk and shudder above him, and then I feel his own release fill my throat, my stomach.
I consume as much of it as I can before pulling off him and letting it coat my face, my neck, my chest.
By the time he’s done releasing, I fall forward, my chest pulling in lungfuls of air. My hand is still cupping his dick. His finger is still inside of me, pressing against my prostate, pulling whines from my sore throat.
“Fuck,” I rasp.
“Seeexteee neeeeen. I luhvvv.”
I let out a soft laugh and sigh.
“So do I. You taste good.”
I let the tip of my tongue snake out and draw a circle around the middle of his cock.
“Sahmmm. My Dante. Tassste good.”
