And I jiggled in front of him, my boobies almost bouncing off his head, my cream gushing wetly.
“I am for you, big boy,” I cooed. And daringly, I reached a hand down and slipped it between my legs, pulling my labia apart to show him my clit, my wetly creaming hole.
“Taste it, big man?” I breathed, squatting a little so his mouth was exactly level with my cunt, canting my hips forward so that he could gaze up my channel, the hot pink, glistening flesh such a contrast to my pale white labia.
And like magic, it worked. Tucker was on it in a second, hard, hot and hungry because this was no gentle massage with his lips and tongue. He went straight for my clit, seizing the big nub between his lips and shaking his head, pulling it this way and that like a dog in a frenzy.
“Oh fuuuck!” I cried, my eyes dropping closed, my pussy gushing like a fire hose. “Oh!”
And Tucker chuckled deep in his chest.
“You’re such a fucking slut, your clit’s as big as my thumb, look at this thing,” he growled, popping it out if his mouth and flicking it with his fingers. It was true, my clit was so aroused and stiff that it waved in the air, the warm gusts of his breath only making it stand up even more, become more engorged.
“I know big boy,” I panted. “I’m a cunt slut … just for you.”
And Tucker was on me again. He rubbed the bottom side of my clit with the pad of his thumb, massaging that sensitive nub before trailing his fingers around the stiffness, the circular motion driving me mad.
“Ahhh!” I shrieked. “Ahhh ahhh!”
The big man just chuckled slyly.
“Scream all you want, little girl, I love hearing it,” he ground out before lowering his mouth to my pussy. And without hesitating, he licked me from bottom to top, the flat of his tongue covering as much acreage as possible, flicking my clit with a flourish at the end.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he growled before going at it again.
And this time he held me open, lapping up the side of my right labia before doing the same to the other, tasting my walls, filling himself with my honey, even smacking his lips at my sweet taste.
“Fuck, cunt juice is amazing,” he growled, nose and lips still buried in my pussy. “And you’ve got so much of it.” Because he was covered in my cream now, the bottom half of his face slickly wet, sticky and shiny from my fluids but the big man dove in for more, nuzzling me, drinking up the ambrosia.
And I screamed, electric sensations shooting out from my pussy, my weight propped up against the wall because my legs were so weak and trembly.
“Please Tucker, please,” I gasped. “I’m gonna gollapse, oh god!”
He chuckled deeply.
“Hold on, little girl, give me one sec.”
And with that, he inserted his thumb into my cunt, burying it deep before fanning his fingers across the front of my pussy, stroking my clit, running them through my wet folds, making me feel so good.
And I really did lose it then, my legs giving way, knees buckling as his fingers did wonders. Oh fuck, that thick thumb felt so good in me, blunt and short, rubbing me on the inside as his other fingers teased the rest of my pussy. Where the fuck did he learn these tricks? I’ve been fingered a couples times, but jamming a thumb in my hole while fluttering his palm across my nub? That took some creativity and a massively dirty mind, and I fucking loved it, my legs turning to jelly as I screamed, my pussy clamping down on him, enjoying the wiggling, jiggling digit inside.
And lucky for me, the big man swung me up into his arms then, striding to the bedroom in two seconds flat. He threw me onto the queen-size, my curvy form bouncing up and down as he looked his fill.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he rasped harshly, his eyes trailing my body, hot on my tits as he sucked his thumb into his mouth. “And you taste good too,” he ground out, lapping at the cream on his digit.
But he had a surprise for me this time.
“Your turn,” he commanded, popping his thumb out and thrusting the finger into my mouth, the thick digit wetly slick with a mix of my cum and his saliva. And oh god, but my eyes rolled back in my head as I sucked. Oh god, tasting my own pussy cream was so nasty, so dirty and yet so delicious that I was fast losing control, my body quivering and shaking in anticipation of what was next.
And Tucker didn’t disappoint.
“You know there’s tit for tat,” he said silkily, eyes gleaming, watching as I sucked his thumb.
My eyelids flickered a bit.
“Mmm?” was all I managed, still savoring my pussy juice.
“Yesterday you sucked me off while sticking a finger in my butt,” he continued smoothly, his voice neutral even though dark slashes had appeared across his cheeks, his chest and abs tight, a huge tent at his groin. “And I’m gonna do the same to you today.”