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I suck him lightly while I massage his balls, savoring his taste.
Keeping the tempo measured, I opt my pace as I swallow him in my throat. Taking a deep breath through my nostrils to allow my throat to accommodate his size. I bob my head around his cock.
Tears well in my eyes as I gag around him yet I relax myself, taking a second to catch my breath and resuming to suck him.
Dean bucks his hips up and pumps two deep strokes in my throat. “Fuck,” the muffled sound around my clit is causing my walls to clench around emptiness again.
He blows cool air on my clit and I can’t holdmymuffled moans.
Giving and receiving is such a sublime feeling.
The stimulation of his fingers strumming lightly over my perineum is the end game for me.
I do the same for him over the sensitive speck of skin.
Sliding his fingers in my drenching pussy to gather lube, gently, he stretches my tight asshole and pushes the tip of his pointer inside.
I hollow my cheeks and suck him ferociously, working my hand along his length. Our rhythm aligns, creating a chain reaction. I can’t control my moans, he groans and our genitals vibrate in unison as the aphrodisiac sensation hits us vigorously.
I squeeze his thigh, signaling to him I’m going to come—hoping he will receive the message. And in return, he squeezes my hip.
Tremor after magnetizing tremor crosses my body as he continues savoring my orgasm. So hard. So powerful.
Long jets of hot cum fill my mouth and I savor each one.
He releases me, and leisurely, I spin to meet his gorgeous smile while I drape my body to either side of him.
A deep desire is reflected in his enthralling blue eyes.
“We’re not done.” In his throaty tone, he claims.
I straddle his hips as he picks us up and carries us a few feet away.
A cozy feeling jolts through me when he lays me down on the sand and climbs on top of me. His black hair sits in a perfect wave to the side while a few wisps fall tenderly to his forehead.
My heart leaps in my chest.
I drool at his sculpted abs as I trail my fingers along them.
His body is like a dome, caging me within its regions and keeping me safe yet trapped underneath him.
Our eyes lock.
He grabs my hands, drags them over my head, and pins them in place. A wild flash of hunger washes over his features. “What is your fantasy?”
My knees go weak. My eyes are half-massed. And the knot in my stomach somersaults.
“I-I…” am stuttering.
Do I ask him to reenact my depraved desires?
There are so many things I want to do, I don’t even know where to start.
And what if it’s not what he wants?
I don’t want him to be disgusted by me or look at me differently.
“Bunny,” he hisses softly.
