Page 136 of Statler

Yes.

This was one thing Eliza had always been proficient at, because Holden had enjoyed getting oral sex. He hadn’t ever been keen on returning the gesture, but Eliza hadn’t minded. She couldn’t miss what she’d never had. And besides, she loved the feel of velvety flesh beneath her lips as she moved up and down.

Especially now.

It seemed like it took only seconds before Statler was warning her off.

“I’m going to come, Eliza.”

His hips rose involuntarily as he swelled even more in her throat, and she felt the telltale signs of an impending surge.

She didn’t back off.

No way.

Eliza wanted this with Statler. She wanted to taste him, feel him and watch him as he let go and lost control.

She placed one hand firmly on each of his muscular hips, and held him in place as she took one last foray down his cock before…

Statler erupted with a cry that came from deep within his gut. His stomach muscles contracted, and his hands went inadvertently to the back of her head where he clutched her hair.

Eliza loved every minute of his unbridled ardor, and sucked down every drop.

She licked her lips when he was finally spent, then rested her cheek on his belly, gazing lovingly up at him.

“Wow,” he finally said, and chuckled, which jiggled her head around and made her laugh.

“You liked that?” she questioned.

“You have to ask?” he groaned. “I may never walk again.”

“You won’t need to for a while,” she told him impishly. “Because I have more things I want to do, first. How long…?”

But she didn’t need to finish her query.

Statler was already getting hard again.

It seemed like an impossibility, but Eliza wasn’t about to complain. Her pussy was aching to have Statler deep inside her, and as he continued to grow, she shuffled around with her hand, groping for the condom. By the time she found it, there was more than an adequate amount of stiffness in the cock before her to allow for preparations.

Eliza opened the packet and rolled the latex on.

“I…” Statler swallowed visibly, fluttering his hands around. She immediately grabbed them and placed them back on the blanket.

“No touching.”

“But I want to make you ready, first,” he whined.

Eliza laughed as she lifted herself over him, straddling his hips and feeling the bump of his erection against her abdomen.

“Only if you prefer a lake to a pond,” she quipped. She wasn’t lying. Eliza was already so wet, they might need a raft.

Eliza picked up Statler’s hand to run his fingers through her folds, holding in her groan of pleasure while giving him proof that she was more than prepared.

Statler got the point, and naughtily—when she let him go—he raised his hand to his mouth, licking his digits clean.

That was all the prompting Eliza needed.

She lowered herself slowly onto his cock, greeting the warmth, loving the stretch, and relishing in every nerve he was setting alight.