her feet apart. Something about standing in this dimly lit place in nothing but heels, her legs splayed, felt amazingly naughty, sexy and empowering, all at the same time. At any moment a person could turn this way and see her, the gorgeous man kneeling before her, his mouth about to send her into fits of ecstasy. What a sight the two of them must be.
But more amazing was the sensation. It had been so long since her pussy had been tended by someone’s tongue that she’d nearly forgotten what it felt like. But Tyler seemed to know just what to do.
Each hand crept up, his fingers gently circling her nipples as he lapped at her, slowly, surely, taking in each inch of her wetness as though grooming her. Inside, her ferret purred with contentment as it remembered the lion within him; the beast, strong and powerful, now as gentle as anything.
He pinched her nipples softly between the index and middle fingers, pulling them just a little as she pressed her palms into the wall, staving off the inevitable climax.
“That feels so good,” she murmured. “Keep doing it just like that.”
But, almost in defiance, he changed his pattern, his tongue focusing now on only her delicate bud. Naomi felt her channel tighten into a mass of nerves and contracting muscle, readying itself for him to be inside her.
“Naughty boy,” she said softly, her hands gripping his hair as she pulled his face away. He looked up at her and smiled, his teeth gleaming white despite the dark.
He rose a little, his two hands cupping her left breast, teeth biting her nipple gently as she tossed her head back. Again, he rubbed her with his fingers, his thumb and middle finger rolling her clit gently between them as he moved to the right nipple.
“Have you ever been naked in a place like this before?” he asked, his lips moving down her torso again as his hands grasped her thighs.
“No.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He returned his attention to her pussy, lapping at her so that his tongue penetrated her again and again, her juices coating his mouth. She was unabashedly wet, proud of how horny he made her.
As his tongue flicked over her clit she watched, enthralled and wishing that she were filming him. She could watch this over and over again—the man who devoted himself to her absolute pleasure. He was feral in his task, a wild thing, giving in to a desire to pleasure her before taking her for himself.
And then, without missing a beat, his cool fingers were slipping over her slit, then easing into her, two, three at once, splitting her open for him. He fucked her like that, his tongue still focused, still intent on its task.
She knew that he could feel it: the pulsing, the anticipation of her channel as it prepared for her orgasm. She would come, and then she would beg him to be inside her, if necessary. She needed the cock that she’d felt pressing into her backside. She’d never wanted anything more, in fact.
And as she thought about it, imagining what he would feel like inside her, she exploded, a soft cry escaping her lips as she came for him.
He responded with a moan as he ate her, his fingers driving into her deep, hard, a reminder of things to come.
Naomi flipped herself around, presenting her back to him and he understood, tearing his pants down to sit at his ankles. Once again she felt him push into her backside, his long, thick shaft resting for a moment in the cleavage of her round ass.
“Is it okay?” he whispered, his breath hot on her neck once again.
“Yes,” she said. “So okay.”
He was gentle, his cock head seeking her welcoming slit before easing into her. But when it had made its entrance, he thrust hard, eliciting another cry from his naked companion, whose palms lay flat against the wall before them as she bent to receive him. “You’re huge,” she moaned. “So huge.”
“Is that a problem?” he asked, half-grinning and half serious. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“So far from a
But more amazing was the sensation. It had been so long since her pussy had been tended by someone’s tongue that she’d nearly forgotten what it felt like. But Tyler seemed to know just what to do.
Each hand crept up, his fingers gently circling her nipples as he lapped at her, slowly, surely, taking in each inch of her wetness as though grooming her. Inside, her ferret purred with contentment as it remembered the lion within him; the beast, strong and powerful, now as gentle as anything.
He pinched her nipples softly between the index and middle fingers, pulling them just a little as she pressed her palms into the wall, staving off the inevitable climax.
“That feels so good,” she murmured. “Keep doing it just like that.”
But, almost in defiance, he changed his pattern, his tongue focusing now on only her delicate bud. Naomi felt her channel tighten into a mass of nerves and contracting muscle, readying itself for him to be inside her.
“Naughty boy,” she said softly, her hands gripping his hair as she pulled his face away. He looked up at her and smiled, his teeth gleaming white despite the dark.
He rose a little, his two hands cupping her left breast, teeth biting her nipple gently as she tossed her head back. Again, he rubbed her with his fingers, his thumb and middle finger rolling her clit gently between them as he moved to the right nipple.
“Have you ever been naked in a place like this before?” he asked, his lips moving down her torso again as his hands grasped her thighs.
“No.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He returned his attention to her pussy, lapping at her so that his tongue penetrated her again and again, her juices coating his mouth. She was unabashedly wet, proud of how horny he made her.
As his tongue flicked over her clit she watched, enthralled and wishing that she were filming him. She could watch this over and over again—the man who devoted himself to her absolute pleasure. He was feral in his task, a wild thing, giving in to a desire to pleasure her before taking her for himself.
And then, without missing a beat, his cool fingers were slipping over her slit, then easing into her, two, three at once, splitting her open for him. He fucked her like that, his tongue still focused, still intent on its task.
She knew that he could feel it: the pulsing, the anticipation of her channel as it prepared for her orgasm. She would come, and then she would beg him to be inside her, if necessary. She needed the cock that she’d felt pressing into her backside. She’d never wanted anything more, in fact.
And as she thought about it, imagining what he would feel like inside her, she exploded, a soft cry escaping her lips as she came for him.
He responded with a moan as he ate her, his fingers driving into her deep, hard, a reminder of things to come.
Naomi flipped herself around, presenting her back to him and he understood, tearing his pants down to sit at his ankles. Once again she felt him push into her backside, his long, thick shaft resting for a moment in the cleavage of her round ass.
“Is it okay?” he whispered, his breath hot on her neck once again.
“Yes,” she said. “So okay.”
He was gentle, his cock head seeking her welcoming slit before easing into her. But when it had made its entrance, he thrust hard, eliciting another cry from his naked companion, whose palms lay flat against the wall before them as she bent to receive him. “You’re huge,” she moaned. “So huge.”
“Is that a problem?” he asked, half-grinning and half serious. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“So far from a
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