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Disappointment and confusion paint his face, but quickly disappears when Porsha takes his meaty dick into her mouth. Pushing her own limits, she takes him all the way down in her throat, then pulls out and caresses it with the tip of her tongue, running it from the base to its swollen head and swirling it around. She makes a loud, purposeful, gulping sound as she takes him back into her warm mouth, pushing the head of his dick to the back of her throat.
Calvin lets out a moan.
I urge her. Encourage her to suck the life out of him. “Go ’head, girl; suck that nigga’s dick. Milk the nut up outta him.”
She is slurping and slobbering and stroking every inch of him. Bobbing up and down, fingering her pussy as she does. Calvin’s breathing changes and she glances up at him, knowingly. We all know. He is ready to explode. But he knows he can’t unless I give him permission. His pleading eyes shift in my direction. He is close to the edge; afraid she is going to make him cum before I allow it.
“Don’t you nut, yet,” I warn, pinching and twisting his nipples.
“Aaaah, fuck! Uhhhhh...ooooh, shit...Gotdamn it!”
If Porsha didn’t have a mouthful of dick, I’d think she was smirking at me, at him, for the deliberate torture.
“Beg for that nut.”
“Uhhhhh...uhhhhhh...pleeeeeeease...oooh...oooooooh...uh, fuck, fuck, fuck...pleeeeaaaaaaaaaaase, baby...I can’t...uhhh... hold it...”
“You wanna cum all in her pretty mouth?”
“Uhh....oooooh, fuck...aaaah, shiiiiiit...Yessssssssss, can I cum? She’s fuckin’ killin’ me...aaaaaaah, fuck...aaaaaah fuck....aaaaaaaah...”
I give him permission to release.
He grunts, and comes hard; his nut filling Porsha’s mouth. He doesn’t give her a chance to swallow before he is coming again, causing its overflow to spill out on her chin and down on her breasts. She looks up at him, swallows, wipes her chin and chest with her fingers and sucks them clean. Then takes his dick back into her mouth and sucks him clean. When she’s finished, she stands up, rests the palms of her hands on his knees and slides her tongue into his mouth. He sucks her tongue and probes her mouth for remnants of his sweet, salty nut. Then, as if on cue, she and Paris walk out of the room, leaving the two of us alone. They will watch the rest of the show in another room.
Calvin gazes at me lustfully, knowing he is not done, yet. That he must be able to scratch my libidinous itch, and deliver another round of pussy pounding dick before he leaves.
A devious smirk forms on his lips. He realizes the tables will now turn. My pussy throbs at this knowing. My clit aches with anticipation as he gets up and walks over to me. Lust flares in his eyes. There’s an animalistic hunger in them that excites me. With one hand, he grabs me by the throat. With the other, he slaps up my titties. The stings shoot through my body like bolts of electricity, zapping my clit.
He pushes my legs apart, cuts through me, running the blade of his hand up the inside of my thighs. He cups my pussy. I stifle a moan. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”
“Yeah, nigga, fuck my slutty pussy.”
His dick springs alive.
“Fuck me like the whore you want me to be. Fuck me like the dick-sucking, cum-loving bitch I am.”
His dick jerks, violently.
He loops his hand through my hair, yanks my head back, and looks me in the eyes. “Whose whore are you?”
“Yours,” I tell him. He leans in, and kisses me on the mouth. I open it to him. His tongue is hot; it fills my mouth. My cunt explodes as he sinks to his knees and buries his face between my legs. My cum drips down my legs as he drags a finger along the length of my slit. He alternates between flicking my clit with his tongue and thumb while moving his fingers deep inside me. I lift one leg and drape it over his shoulder, giving him full access. He does not accept it. Instead, he gets up and spins me around, pushing me up against the wall.
“Don’t...fucking move,” he warns. I hear the familiar sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open. It doesn’t take long before he is pressed up against my ass, grinding; his covered cock slicing into its crack.
My pussy whimpers. I whimper. I have a yearning to feel his cock inside of me. Craving him buried deep into the warmth of my wetness; wanting to cum hard and heavy and loud. “Fuck me,” I demand, beg, with pleading eyes. He is doing this to me; taking my control from me. And I am letting him.
I push back against him.
He bites down on my neck.
I moan. Push back against him, again. “Fuck me.”
“Not yet,” he tells me. “You’re my whore. I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.” I thrust my bottom lip forward into a pout. Defiantly, I stand up on the tips of my toes and try to ease myself onto his dick. He yanks me by my hair. “Oh, you want this dick, hunh? You think you can just take it; don’t you, whore?” He wedges his knee against my thigh and forces my legs open wider. He jabs the head of his cock into my opening. “Is this what you want?”
I let out a moan. My hips jut, slowly winding to capture all of him. “Yes. Fuck me.”
He jabs the mouth of my pussy, again, then pulls out. “Where you want it?”
