sexy look on your face, the one you have when you’re in a perfect state of bliss.”
No. I refused to.
Suddenly I felt the warmth of her mouth slip over the head of my engorged cock.
Fuck me.
Calisto moaned while her mouth continued to slide up and down my erection, allowing the tip to push against the back of her throat.
I pursed my lips together, refusing to allow any sounds of pleasure to escape from me. I tried to think of something that turned me off, like the time I watched Donald Huff eat a whole pie in under a minute. There was also eggplant. Boy did I loathe the taste of eggplant.
It was no use. As much as I hated Calisto, she definitely knew how to pleasure me. With one hand pushing down the base of my cock, she continued to suck me off while she unleashed desirable moan, pretending like there was a clitoris hidden in the back of her throat.
Don’t cum Lincoln. Don’t you dare fucking cum. If you do, the bitch has won.
I closed my eyes and summoned all the tantric energies inside of me, holding back the continuous waves of pleasure inflicted on my hardness. Calisto’s soft mouth threatened to create a cataclysmic orgasm that could end the world.
Think of eggplant. It’s utterly unsexy.
It took all my discipline not to give in to her, but I somehow I managed. I survived round one of her filthy attempts to get me off.
Round two of my cock endurance came shortly after. I felt Calisto mount me. Her pussy clenched tightly around the head of my cock and then slowly, she descended until I felt her smooth, round ass press up against my inner thighs.
Oh Christ.
“I get to fuck you now, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” she teased.
“I hate you,” I seethed, doing my best to suppress any hints of enjoyment in my voice. “You’re vagina is as pleasant as a sack of gravel.”
I was lying of course.
She ignored my comments and moved up and down my shaft, periodically grinding herself against my pubic bone.
“Come?” she asked, almost in an innocent voice that caught me off guard.
No, Lincoln. Don’t come. This bitch can’t win. She can’t know how much I still enjoyed being ridden by her.
“How about now?” she asked as her fingers tugged on my nipples while she continued to ride me rhythmically.
Don’t show any signs of enjoyment. Leave it only with an erection. An erection in itself means nothing—hell I wake up with an erection every morning. It’s the act of coming that will weaken me before her eyes, and she knows it.
“You’re resisting me,” Calisto said. “Which is fine. I like the struggle. It fucking makes me hot.”
Her pace quickened as she began fucking me with more urgency.
“What will get you off, Lincoln? Tell me.”
“Not you,” I hissed. The sounds of her bare cheeks slapping against my legs sparked that untamable fire inside me. I added, “You cow,” just for good measure.
“Think of Aria then, my brother’s sweet girlfriend. She always had a smoking body and a firm set of tits. And those lips, wouldn’t you just love to have them on your cock? You could come all over her face while she looks up at you with those innocent eyes.”
And that’s when I came, spilling all my lust into the evil bitch.
Once again, I had failed with my self-control. The visualizations Calisto painted of Aria was the finishing touch to this act of sexual torture.
I felt Calisto dismount and then her mouth was all over my cock again, draining the last ounce of my pleasure into the back of her throat. The pleasure soon turned into a sensitive pain that shot through my body, electric pulses that made my body shudder.
I bit my tongue, refusing to give in to her sadistic game by begging her to stop. She continued sucking, periodically stopping to moan “Aria, oh Aria,” feigning her own orgasm.
It took a few moments before my cock softened and Calisto’s jaw tired out.
“Did you enjoy that, Lincoln? Just like old times, wasn’t it? This time, however, you were
No. I refused to.
Suddenly I felt the warmth of her mouth slip over the head of my engorged cock.
Fuck me.
Calisto moaned while her mouth continued to slide up and down my erection, allowing the tip to push against the back of her throat.
I pursed my lips together, refusing to allow any sounds of pleasure to escape from me. I tried to think of something that turned me off, like the time I watched Donald Huff eat a whole pie in under a minute. There was also eggplant. Boy did I loathe the taste of eggplant.
It was no use. As much as I hated Calisto, she definitely knew how to pleasure me. With one hand pushing down the base of my cock, she continued to suck me off while she unleashed desirable moan, pretending like there was a clitoris hidden in the back of her throat.
Don’t cum Lincoln. Don’t you dare fucking cum. If you do, the bitch has won.
I closed my eyes and summoned all the tantric energies inside of me, holding back the continuous waves of pleasure inflicted on my hardness. Calisto’s soft mouth threatened to create a cataclysmic orgasm that could end the world.
Think of eggplant. It’s utterly unsexy.
It took all my discipline not to give in to her, but I somehow I managed. I survived round one of her filthy attempts to get me off.
Round two of my cock endurance came shortly after. I felt Calisto mount me. Her pussy clenched tightly around the head of my cock and then slowly, she descended until I felt her smooth, round ass press up against my inner thighs.
Oh Christ.
“I get to fuck you now, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” she teased.
“I hate you,” I seethed, doing my best to suppress any hints of enjoyment in my voice. “You’re vagina is as pleasant as a sack of gravel.”
I was lying of course.
She ignored my comments and moved up and down my shaft, periodically grinding herself against my pubic bone.
“Come?” she asked, almost in an innocent voice that caught me off guard.
No, Lincoln. Don’t come. This bitch can’t win. She can’t know how much I still enjoyed being ridden by her.
“How about now?” she asked as her fingers tugged on my nipples while she continued to ride me rhythmically.
Don’t show any signs of enjoyment. Leave it only with an erection. An erection in itself means nothing—hell I wake up with an erection every morning. It’s the act of coming that will weaken me before her eyes, and she knows it.
“You’re resisting me,” Calisto said. “Which is fine. I like the struggle. It fucking makes me hot.”
Her pace quickened as she began fucking me with more urgency.
“What will get you off, Lincoln? Tell me.”
“Not you,” I hissed. The sounds of her bare cheeks slapping against my legs sparked that untamable fire inside me. I added, “You cow,” just for good measure.
“Think of Aria then, my brother’s sweet girlfriend. She always had a smoking body and a firm set of tits. And those lips, wouldn’t you just love to have them on your cock? You could come all over her face while she looks up at you with those innocent eyes.”
And that’s when I came, spilling all my lust into the evil bitch.
Once again, I had failed with my self-control. The visualizations Calisto painted of Aria was the finishing touch to this act of sexual torture.
I felt Calisto dismount and then her mouth was all over my cock again, draining the last ounce of my pleasure into the back of her throat. The pleasure soon turned into a sensitive pain that shot through my body, electric pulses that made my body shudder.
I bit my tongue, refusing to give in to her sadistic game by begging her to stop. She continued sucking, periodically stopping to moan “Aria, oh Aria,” feigning her own orgasm.
It took a few moments before my cock softened and Calisto’s jaw tired out.
“Did you enjoy that, Lincoln? Just like old times, wasn’t it? This time, however, you were
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