the grief is about to overwhelm me, he lifts my shirt over my breasts and sucks my nipple. The feeling is exquisite, and I groan, giving into the pleasure of the moment. I won’t let myself think about losing him. I won’t. At this moment, I want nothing more than to make love to him.
I reach for his shirt and practically claw it off his back. I need him so badly.
He must be as desperate as me, because he pulls off my panties and shirt and then settles his large body over mine, lavishing my breasts with more kisses while the tip of his erection teases my swollen clit.
I run my fingers through his thick hair, and down to his shoulders, and press against his back as I arch my pelvis against his length.
I cry out as he pulls back, feathering kisses down my abdomen and toward the juncture between my thighs. I don’t want him to take his time. I want him inside me. Now.
But then…ohhhh.
His tongue feels so nice. He spears deep inside me and comes up to swirl the tip of his tongue across my sensitive bud. Again, and again, and again.
Then, he’s lapping me like a kitten with a bowl of milk. My climax is building, climbing ever higher in a euphoric spiral of ecstasy.
I massage his scalp and grab his hair by the roots, pressing him into me while he spears me with his talented tongue.
My last coherent thought before he sucks my swollen bud is this is by far the best damn licking of my life.
His tongue makes love to me so tenderly while swirling across my sex, stopping to gently nip my bud with his teeth. I feel his finger probing my center, first one and then two, thrusting into me.
My mind becomes a haze and I scream his name as he makes me ride that fragile line between ecstasy and torture.
That spiral of pleasure reaches the pinnacle, and the orgasm that grips me is so powerful, I fear I may die from it.
Andrés rides out each wave that consumes me by tonguing me with more pressure and pushing his fingers all the way to my thrumming center.
I don’t know how many orgasms I have, but by the time the tremors slow to a languid pulse, I feel so incredibly sated, I have to fight against the fatigue that consumes me.
Andrés slowly slides his fingers out of me and then kisses my abdomen and my breasts. He grips my leg and pulls it up with him. My body complies, even though I feel about as limp as a rag doll.
As he stretches across me, kissing my chin and lips and gently probing my entrance with his swollen head, I have another idea. I want to show Andrés how deeply I love him by pleasuring him with my mouth as he did for me. I reach between us and grab his erection.
“Wait,” I breathe against his cheek.
He releases me and I slide down while pushing him onto his back. He gladly complies as I kiss down his hard abdomen and across the length of his swollen shaft. He answers with a groan, and I can feel his tremors beneath my tongue as I lap up the moisture pooling at the tip of his cock. And then I take him in my mouth, sucking him as I slide down the length of his shaft. He is too big to swallow, but I take in what I can, one slow inch at a time, until the cock head is pressing the back of my throat. I cup his balls with my hand, gently massaging moisture into the heavy sacks while I slowly move my mouth up and down, constricting my wet lips around him like a hand in a glove.
He’s alternating between calling my name and swearing in Spanish while flexing his hips beneath me and pumping into my mouth.
“Stop, stop, stop!” he cries out.
But I don’t want to stop. I want to keep showing Andrés how deeply I love him.
Somehow he manages to lift me off him. The air whooshes from my lungs as he flips me onto my back and climbs on top of me. He wastes no time sliding deep inside, growling into my ear as he fucks me with deep, hard thrusts. I don’t have time to prepare for the orgasm that overpowers me as his large head jars my swollen center. I feel him swell and then burst. He cries out, his hips spasm
I reach for his shirt and practically claw it off his back. I need him so badly.
He must be as desperate as me, because he pulls off my panties and shirt and then settles his large body over mine, lavishing my breasts with more kisses while the tip of his erection teases my swollen clit.
I run my fingers through his thick hair, and down to his shoulders, and press against his back as I arch my pelvis against his length.
I cry out as he pulls back, feathering kisses down my abdomen and toward the juncture between my thighs. I don’t want him to take his time. I want him inside me. Now.
But then…ohhhh.
His tongue feels so nice. He spears deep inside me and comes up to swirl the tip of his tongue across my sensitive bud. Again, and again, and again.
Then, he’s lapping me like a kitten with a bowl of milk. My climax is building, climbing ever higher in a euphoric spiral of ecstasy.
I massage his scalp and grab his hair by the roots, pressing him into me while he spears me with his talented tongue.
My last coherent thought before he sucks my swollen bud is this is by far the best damn licking of my life.
His tongue makes love to me so tenderly while swirling across my sex, stopping to gently nip my bud with his teeth. I feel his finger probing my center, first one and then two, thrusting into me.
My mind becomes a haze and I scream his name as he makes me ride that fragile line between ecstasy and torture.
That spiral of pleasure reaches the pinnacle, and the orgasm that grips me is so powerful, I fear I may die from it.
Andrés rides out each wave that consumes me by tonguing me with more pressure and pushing his fingers all the way to my thrumming center.
I don’t know how many orgasms I have, but by the time the tremors slow to a languid pulse, I feel so incredibly sated, I have to fight against the fatigue that consumes me.
Andrés slowly slides his fingers out of me and then kisses my abdomen and my breasts. He grips my leg and pulls it up with him. My body complies, even though I feel about as limp as a rag doll.
As he stretches across me, kissing my chin and lips and gently probing my entrance with his swollen head, I have another idea. I want to show Andrés how deeply I love him by pleasuring him with my mouth as he did for me. I reach between us and grab his erection.
“Wait,” I breathe against his cheek.
He releases me and I slide down while pushing him onto his back. He gladly complies as I kiss down his hard abdomen and across the length of his swollen shaft. He answers with a groan, and I can feel his tremors beneath my tongue as I lap up the moisture pooling at the tip of his cock. And then I take him in my mouth, sucking him as I slide down the length of his shaft. He is too big to swallow, but I take in what I can, one slow inch at a time, until the cock head is pressing the back of my throat. I cup his balls with my hand, gently massaging moisture into the heavy sacks while I slowly move my mouth up and down, constricting my wet lips around him like a hand in a glove.
He’s alternating between calling my name and swearing in Spanish while flexing his hips beneath me and pumping into my mouth.
“Stop, stop, stop!” he cries out.
But I don’t want to stop. I want to keep showing Andrés how deeply I love him.
Somehow he manages to lift me off him. The air whooshes from my lungs as he flips me onto my back and climbs on top of me. He wastes no time sliding deep inside, growling into my ear as he fucks me with deep, hard thrusts. I don’t have time to prepare for the orgasm that overpowers me as his large head jars my swollen center. I feel him swell and then burst. He cries out, his hips spasm
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