I look up at her, eyes dark with hunger. “I’ve been thinking about tasting this pretty pussy again all day.”
She whimpers, hips lifting slightly in invitation.
I spread her thighs wider and bury my face between them, licking a long, slow stripe up her soaked pussy.
She tastes like heaven. I groan against her, sucking her clit into my mouth while pushing two fingers inside her tight heat.
She cries out, back arching off the bed, fingers tightening in my hair as I devour her.
“Fuck, you taste even better than I remembered,” I murmur, licking her again, slower this time, circling her swollen clit with the flat of my tongue before sucking it gently into my mouth.
Calina moans loudly, her fingers tightening in my hair. I take my time, exploring every inch of her with my tongue, long, languid strokes, teasing flicks, then sucking harder when her moans turn desperate.
Her taste is addictive. I could stay here for hours, buried between her legs, listening to the broken sounds she makes.
“Maxim—oh God?—”
“That’s it,” I growl against her clit. “Let me hear you.”
I pump my fingers in a steady rhythm while my tongue works her clit relentlessly. Her walls flutter around my fingers, getting wetter, tighter.
I add a third finger, stretching her, preparing her for my cock. Her moans turn into desperate sobs as her thighs start shaking.
“Maxim… oh my….”
She shatters with a loud, broken cry, her pussy clenching hard around my fingers as she squirts, hot and wet, coating my hand and chin.
Her entire body jerks violently, legs trembling uncontrollably. I don’t stop. I keep licking and fingering her through it, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure until she’s whimpering, oversensitive, trying to push my head away.
“Too much—Maxim, please?—”
I pull back just enough to look at her, my lips shiny with her release. “Not yet. You’re going to come again for me.”
I dive back in, gentler this time but no less relentless, sucking softly on her clit while my fingers curl inside her.
She comes again within minutes, her body shaking so hard I have to hold her hips down. Tears slip from the corners of her eyes as she rides the overwhelming pleasure.
Only then do I finally pull away, crawling up her body. I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into my mouth, hands roaming over my chest and shoulders.
I shed my clothes quickly, my cock is so hard it aches. I settle between her thighs, the head of my cock nudging her soaked entrance. I look into her eyes as I slowly push inside her, inch by inch, savoring the tight, velvety heat.
“Fuck… you feel so good, baby,” I groan, bottoming out with a deep thrust. “So tight. So perfect for me.”
I start moving, slow and deep at first, grinding against her with every stroke. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, her nails digging into my back.
I pick up the pace, fucking her harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.
“Maxim,” she gasps, voice breaking. “Oh God!”
I fuck her deeper, hitting that spot inside her that makes her scream. My hand slips between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles.
She comes again with a shattered cry, her walls pulsing around my cock so tightly I almost lose control.
I keep thrusting through her orgasm, chasing my own release. “That’s my good girl.”
I bury myself deep and come hard, groaning her name as I fill her with pulse after pulse of my release.
We stay locked together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. I kiss her softly, lazily, as we come down.
