“You’re wet,” he said.
“Whenever you’re near I’m wet.”
Stephen smiled, liking her answer. He teased her creamy slit with his finger. A gasp echoed in the air, and he watched two fingers slide into her moist heat. She was hot and tight, her pussy gripping his fingers as if she didn’t want him to go.
“You want me.” She didn’t respond. There was no need to say any words. Lifting up until he was on eye level, he tilted her hips back for him to get to her clearly. He spread her open for him to see her gorgeous, swollen clit. Her moans filtered through his foggy aroused brain. After what had happened today, he wanted to spend as much time as possible with her. He licked along her slit taking as much of her cum as he could into his mouth. She tasted musky and sweet all at the same time.
Sliding two fingers inside her weeping cunt, he flicked her clit with his tongue, feeling her cum spill onto his fingers. She was so wet and getting wetter with his ministrations. Her tits were still covered by her bra. Her tummy quivered with each thrust of his fingers.
When her breaths came out in short sharp pants, he increased to three fingers and kept tonguing her clit.
She came apart in his arms. Her pussy tightened around his digits. He held onto her back trying to help her stay upright. Stephen brought her down slowly. He pulled out of her body and stood up. Her bra went onto the floor, followed by his shirt. She sank to her knees, pulling at his belt. He pushed the zipper down as she pushed his pants down to his knees. Stephen rarely wore underwear. His cock sprang out, thick and long and leaking pre-cum out of the tip.
With her hand on his cock, she spun them so he was up against the wall. He braced himself for what was to come. She licked the tip taking his cum. He saw the line of his seed on her tongue before she swallowed it down.
“Fuck,” he growled.
She took the head of his cock between her lips sucking on him. He tried to push more inside her. She refused to take any more. Stephen knew she was controlling his actions. She cupped his balls in her palm, massaging them with her fingers. He moaned as another wave of pleasure rolled through him. There was no way he couldn’t respond to her touch. She took the mushroom head back into her mouth. Sucking the tip, she flicked her tongue along the tip taking more of his cum.
He closed his eyes enjoying the sensation she was creating. She sucked more of him into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. Gazing down into her eyes, he saw the desire there. She enjoyed sucking his cock. Her fingers teased his balls as she licked up the vein of his shaft. He stroked her hair, loving the feel of her silky strands running through his fingers.
Her moans vibrated up the length of his cock. He loved the way she licked up each side then swallowed him down. All the while her fingers massaged his balls as her other hand either rested on his thigh or gripped the base of his shaft.
He fisted her hair taking over control of her actions. She let him, and that made him harder. His pre-cum oozed out of the tip as she gave herself over to him. He moved her head up and down. She took more of him in her mouth. Slowly, he glided along her tongue. When he hit the back of her throat he waited for her to get used to the feel.
“Open up for me,” he said. “Breathe through your nose.”
She followed his instructions. He moved past her gag reflex, coming back up to give her time to breathe. She took more of him each time. Stephen didn’t want to come in her mouth. He wanted to be inside her.
Ursula stood up when he gave her hair a slight pull to let her know what he wanted. Stephen pushed his pants down then grabbed her close. Her breasts smashed against his chest as he slammed his lips down on hers.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m going to fuck you.” He kissed her deeply, plundering her mouth with his tongue. She ran her hands up and down his chest. Her fingers circled his cock pumping him in her fist. Her soft belly was a cushion for his cock.
“Stop. I don’t want to spunk on your stomach.”
Her eyes dilated.
“Do you like it when I talk dirty?” he asked.
“Yes. I love the sound of your voice.” She gasped when he tweaked each of her nipples.
He moved her down the hall so she could see herself in the mirror. Stephen turned her so her back was to his chest. He cupped her tits in his hands.
She closed her eyes refusing to look at herself.
“No, don’t be ashamed. Look at yourself.”
“I’m fat,” she said.
“No, you’re not. I love you like this. I never want you to change. I want you to see what I see. Your tits are lovely and full. Do you know what I want to do?” he asked. She shook her head, but her eyes were open watching him. He squeezed her breasts together. Her lips parted as her little gasps erupted from her.