Shiraz by Gisell DeJesus Page A

walls like he wanted my whole vagina to swallow a
pill. I continued to writhe in orgasm, finally stopping and
collapsing deeper into the sheets, damn near
hyperventilating.
    He kissed the top of my pussy,
satisfied with his own job a job well done. He continued to rub his
hands across my legs, squeezing every bit of flesh he could before
finding my tits again. My nipples could have murdered someone, they
were so sharp. I opened my eyes again and pounced on his face,
sucking his tongue back down my throat. I pulled away from him just
long enough to stare at his crotch. He had me at full attention,
his cock pointing at me through his underwear as if it were
accusing me of a crime.  
    I stood up from the bed, wrapping my
arms around his waist and forcing him to sit at the edge. It was my
turn to steer. I got down on my knees, thankful that the bed was at
just the right height. I ran my hands up from his ankles to his
legs, caressing the fur on his shins back up to his thighs. The
base of my right palm slid across his shorts, rubbing the weight of
his cock. I could feel it throbbing inside his underwear. I slid my
fingers into the waistline as he had done to me, pulling the shorts
away from his ass and letting them crumple to the floor as he
helped.
    His cock was alive, twitching and
veins pulsating, beckoning my mouth. I stared in awe, amazed that
it had grown from the already impressive size I had first seen
outlined against his underwear. His pubic hair was trimmed as well,
and his balls were completely smooth and free of any stubble. He
may have just shaven them before I arrived. I grabbed it in my
hand, admiring the girth and warmth of his member. He inhaled
sharply, responding to my touch like an electric shock. I stroked
the top, tracing my index finger underneath the “v” formed
underneath the head. I pawed at his balls, engorged fleshy orbs
that begged for as much attention as his cock.
    I shot him a confident smirk and took
his cock into my mouth. I ran my tongue all the way from the tip to
the very bottom of his shaft while I listened to him exhale in
delight. I took my tongue back to the top and swallowed his cock,
bobbing my neck up and down as he placed a hand on the back of my
head. He grabbed another handful of my hair and pressed down on my
head, forcing his cock into the back of my throat. I coughed and
sprayed saliva all over him, leaving me no choice but to come up
for air. I rubbed the spit all over his cock; stroking it and
feeling it harden even more as his toes curled into the carpet.
 
    I got up from the floor and he
followed suit, moving toward the center of the bed. Still nursing
his dick with my mouth, I crawled to his waist and resumed
servicing him. I could taste his love juice already seeping through
his hole. I lashed my tongue across it, eager to lap up his nectar.
I felt his right hand grasp underneath my thigh, tugging in the
direction of his face. I followed his lead and swung my hips
around, planting myself on all fours and shoving the bottom of my
pussy toward his mouth.  
    While I continued to suck his cock, I
felt his tongue once again exploring my pussy. He knew his way
around and inside of me as if we had known each other for years. He
reared back with his right hand while gripping my hip with his left
and smacked my ass, sending out a gagged yelp from the back of my
throat. I arched my back, freed myself from his cock and looked
over my shoulder, loving the view of him once again feasting on me.
I violently spit on his crotch, spraying his cock and balls with my
own personal lube. I had to take him inside of me.
    He must have read my mind. He took me
by the insides of my thighs again and rolled me over on my back,
splitting my legs open. He began to stroke his own cock while
eyeing up my pussy, and I joined in, massaging my clit with my
fingers and feeling like I needed to orgasm all over again. The
lighting in this room was amazing, his nipples were glistening as
they stood still,