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Marika
I have a confession. I’m a slut. Yes. That’s right. I’m a smutty, dick-sucking, ball-slurping, ass-licking, toe-sucking, pussy-eating, cum-loving whore. For my husband, that is…always for him.
The man of my most sweetest, wettest dreams.
My lover.
My soul mate.
My freak in the sheets.
The man I love getting filthy with.
Marcel.
Mmmm…yes! He’s my addiction. And Lord knows he’s sinfully fine.
Dark chocolate-coated perfection with long lashes wrapped around smoldering dark chocolate eyes and soft, full, luscious lips.
Everything on him is long…and thick.
His fingers.
His dick.
His feet.
Oooh, did I mention his tongue? Yes, yes, yes…his wet, pussy-pleasing tongue.
“Mmm,” he moans. “This wet pussy…” His tongue dips inside my cunt, then glides over my clit. “You taste sooo fuckin’ good…” His voice, rich and deep, vibrates over my swollen lips, oozes its way through my slit, resonating inside my entire body.
I let out a gasp and claw at the sheets. “Mmmmm, oooooh, yesssss…”
God, I, uh, mmm, love…this…mmm…man.
He’s six feet eight, 245 pounds of chiseled bliss.
A delicious mix of hood swag and sophistication, he is as rough, raw, and rugged as he is seductive and sensual. Combine all of that with an overactive libido and an extremely creative imagination and you have the recipe for long nights of toe-curling, lip-biting, hot, sweaty fucking or nights of slow, passionate, steamy lovemaking; or an all-night oral-fest with him feasting on my pussy until I am dazed and confused.
Take your pick.
Marcel closes his warm mouth around my clit and gently sucks.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God…fuck, fuck, fuck…yes, yes, yes, yes…oooh, oooh, oooh…”
Floetry floats around us low in the background. “Say Yes” plays. And all I can think is, yes, yes, yes, yes!!! Marcel pauses just long enough to ask, “You like this tongue all in your sweet, tangy cunt?” He doesn’t wait for a response. He goes back to sucking my clit in sync to the beat, grinding himself into the mattress.
My eyes flutter closed, then open all unfocused. Blurry. Teary-eyed. It takes several seconds to stop them from rolling up in my head before I can blink my lover back into view. His head is bobbing up and down between my splayed legs, his tongue working feverishly over my clit, along the mouth of my pussy. My hips lift slightly off the bed as his big hands cup my ass and squeeze.
“Mmmmm…yessss…”
I eye Marcel through a haze of passion as he closes his mouth, his lips puckering around my clit, and suckles as he licks into me. I gasp and shiver. The heat of his tongue causing me to slip in and out of consciousness as my clit is being sucked into his mouth, pulled at, and nibbled.
The more Marcel licks, the more his tongue flicks, then dips, then feathers over my clit, my pussy gets wetter and hotter. Slick juices pool out of my slit, bringing me closer to another climax. I arch my back and willingly, lovingly, offer him more of me—my gift, my love offering, to him.
He moans into my sex again, causing my cum-coated walls to pulsate.
“Yesssss, yessss, yesssss…”
Marcel tongues my pussy, pinches my clit, and causes a whimper to hitch in the back of my throat. He knows what he’s doing to me. He’s pushing me to the edge of an orgasm, tongue-fucking me…speechless. My wet cunt stains his mouth, his lips, his tongue. His chin is slick from my boiling juices.
I buck my hips. “Oh, yes, right there, right there, right there…oh, yes, oh, yes, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, yes, yes, yes, yessss…”
My eyeballs roll up and around in their sockets a few times before I am finally able to open them again. I blink. Blink again until my eyes swim back into focus. Then slowly take in the heavenly sight before me. My man looks so fucking good between my legs, his face drenched, his tongue swimming in my juices as he alternately lic
ks and sucks at me, alternating from suck to lick, then doing both at the same time, then alternating quick up-and-down strokes with swirling tongue circles that makes hot wet greed swell inside my pussy, causing my sweet musky scent to thicken the air. It fills my nostrils as I inhale, deeply, intoxicating me.
I love the smell of my wet pussy.
Love the click-click sound of Marcel’s tongue. Its melody playing against the low sounds of Marsha Ambrosius’ “With You” easing through the surround sound.
