Mr. President 1(215)

“Come over,” I whisper at her, sliding one hand down my stomach until my fingers are right above my pussy. I place one fingertip over my clit and, as I press down on it, I chomp on my lower lip and wink at her.

“Well, if the lady says so,” Austin chuckles in a quiet tone, offering one hand to Strokes’. Still looking as if she’s in a trance, she grabs Austin’s hand and goes up to her feet slowly. “She’s delicious, you’re in for a treat,” Austin tells her, and she starts bending over me. I take my hand out from my pussy and reach for her, placing both my hands on her cheeks. Pulling her into me, I gently brush my lips against hers, and then set her free.

Strokes starts kissing down my chin, her lips tracing a soft line over the curve of my neck. When her mouth is right between my breasts, she hikes up the curve of my left breast and wraps her lips around my nipple. I sigh heavily, my voice growing thick, and she twirls her tongue around my hard tip.

At the same time, Austin starts rocking his hips gently, his shaft sliding in and out of my aching pussy leisurely. It feels like my brain is being pulled in opposite directions, Austin’s cock and Strokes’ lips both trying to claim my attention. I’m swaying my hips from side to side, that burning feeling renewing its strength inside me.

“Oh, God… You’re killing me,” I moan out loud as Mistress Strokes lips go from my left nipple to the right one. She licks and sucks, and then she uses her teeth to pinch it slightly, and I let out a throaty moan. That’s when she starts going down my body again, her lips sliding down my skin at a maddening slow pace; I know where she’s going, and I can’t wait for her to get there.

“I never thought I’d be saying this,” she whispers, turning her face to me and looking me in the eye, “but I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Then do it,” I tell her with a smile, placing both my hands on her head and gently pushing her down. She goes willingly, taking her lips straight to my clit and wrapping them around it. Sucking on it, she uses the tip of her tongue to jab at that sensitive spot, at the same time, she takes one hand to my right breasts and squeezes on it harshly, pinching my nipple between her thumb and index finger. My brain is working overtime, trying to process everything that I’m feeling from my pussy and clit to my breasts, it’s almost too much pleasure for just one woman. Of course, I’m not just any woman, I’m Destiny.

“Faster…” I say, but I don’t even know to whom I’m talking to. Either way, it doesn’t matter; they both hear me, and they both obey. Austin starts thrusting more harshly while Strokes sucks so hard I can already feel that sweet pressure mounting inside of me.

“Don’t you stop…” I tell them, and Austin’s answer is a quick one.#p#分页标题#e#

“Does it look like we’re going to stop?” he says, thrusting even harder at the same time. “We wouldn’t stop for anything in this world,” he continues, and I look at him with a dazed expression. This is my man right here, the one with the right answers coming at the right time.

Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and let pleasure overtake me. My insides are burning so fiercely that I might combust, and my mind right now is a blank canvas, a canvas where ecstasy is the only ink allowed.

“Come, babe,” I hear Austin say, and his words ring out inside of my head like a gunshot. High voltage runs through my spine, spreading out to my limbs and giving an extra kick to my heart, and I come again. My back is arched, my whole body as tense as a nocked arrow, and I only relax when Strokes starts circling my clit with her tongue, fanning the flames of pleasure that are devouring me. “That’s it…”

I open my mouth to speak, but words are useless right now. Pleasure is the language we’re using, and it isn’t the kind of language that needs something as primal as words. Right now, I don’t even know what I’m doing with my body, or if I’m moaning or screaming; I feel as if I’m floating in the void, all my being as light as a feather. My body and Austin’s are one, and even Strokes’ mouth feels like something ethereal and out of this world.

I’m in heaven.

“She’s delicious… You were right,” I hear Mistress Strokes’ say as her lips leave my clit. I force my eyes open, my consciousness clumsily landing on the real world, and I place one hand under Strokes’ chin. My fluids are dripping down her face, and her lips are glistening from it. I pull her into me and, not even thinking about it, I reach for her mouth with mine. The moment our lips touch, I feel my own scent and flavor inundate me. I don’t mean to brag, but I have to agree with them: I’m delicious. Well, I might be a bit biased here, I’ll admit it.