“Please Mr. Jones,” I mewled again, writhing on the sheets as he lapped my breasts. “Please, please, touch me there.”
And a deep chuckle emanated from his chest, the vibrations pressed against my tummy.
“Here?” he murmured, my boob still in his mouth as he stroked my arm with one hand. “Here?” he teased again, as he ran that same hand down my waist and over my hips.
“Here?” he played with me again, tickling my tummy with his fingers, making me mewl and writhe again as they dropped lower and lower, teasing me. “Or here?” he asked with finality, that big hand finally cupping my wet folds, the center of my femininity, my pussy aching and begging to be explored.
“Yes, there, there,” I panted, clutching his shoulders now, my legs spread so wide I should have been ashamed, losing it all in front of the big man. But I didn’t care and just spread my thighs wider as his fingers began to stroke through my folds, moaning so loud you could probably hear it in a neighboring town, my wetness so sleek, so swollen that each drag of his fingers through my folds made tingles run through my cunt, emanating all through my pelvic region.
“Yes, there,” I panted again as one big finger began circling my clit, playing with my little nub, stroking it on its underside before giving it a sweet pinch.
“Ahhh!” I shrieked, shivers of electricity running through me, my breasts jiggling with the unbelievable sensations below. “Ahh!”
And the big man groaned before muttering, “Fuck, I have to taste.”
And in a flash, he was between my thighs, that big head right at my snatch. He pushed my knees up so that he could see everything, everything bared from ass to clit, and shook his head, growling, his eyes glued to my twat.
“How’d you get so beautiful, baby girl?” he ground out before diving in, lapping up my right wall, then my left. My cunt creamed immediately, the white rising up from inside, spilling out, dripping wetly down my butt but Chris was on it. He lapped it up, letting my juices run down his throat, the tangy taste of female the ultimate ambrosia.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I cried out, this was so fucking dirty. My pussy was being tasted for the first time and it felt so good I’d lost my mind already, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillow, my hands scrabbling mindlessly at the sheets, grasping at air. “Oh fuck me, fuck me!”
The big man just growled between my legs, this time pulling my labia apart with big fingers so that he could see up my insides, my stiffly engorged clit, waving and dancing in the air, and the beautiful, glistening walls of my inner channel, pulsing and begging for his dick. Without hesitating, he dipped his head and licked lightly at my entrance, teasing it, nipping at the soft flesh.#p#分页标题#e#
“Yeah, this is where my dick is gonna go,” he rumbled, more to himself than me. “This is what I’m gonna fuck.”
And I creamed wetly again at those words, I wanted it so bad, my clit buzzed with electricity, I needed him so badly in me, my pussy gushing even more juice.
“Do it then,” I panted. “Put it in me, put it in me.”
But Chris shot me a sly glance then.
“Not just yet baby, because you have something that I want to taste.”
I paused momentarily.
“What?” I begged, my voice on a whine, my hips writhing beneath his hands. “Please taste it, you’ve tasted it already.” If he meant my cunt, my clit, my interior channel, he could have as much of that as he wanted, I’d be more than happy to let him feast so long as put his dick in me stat. But the big man had other plans, there was another part of my anatomy that was precious, untouched.
“No baby, not that,” he nuzzled against my folds, making me squirm again and let out a light squeal. “I want to taste your hymen, I want to feel that little piece of tissue that’s never been broken before.”
And my eyes popped open then.
“You can taste that?” I breathed, still for a moment, unbelieving. “You can …” I couldn’t even finish, it was so obscene. Chris could push his tongue into my pussy far enough to run it up against my hymen, the proof of my virginity?
And the big man nodded, a dark, possessive look coming over his face.
“Oh yeah,” he growled, deep color suddenly slashing his cheeks. “This is yours to give once and you’ve chosen me, baby. So I’m gonna savor it, I’m gonna take everything that’s mine.”
And with that, he pushed my knees back even further so that I was a feast before him, my butt almost lifted off the bed, my cunt so wet, so wide, so willing that every part of my lower region was now coated in cream, glistening in the low lights. And with a shake of his head and a deep growl, Chris went in. He lapped lightly at my labia first before circling my hole, and then slowly, oh so slowly, inched his tongue up my pussy.