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I make her wait.
I make her wait a loooooong time.
I also make her come.
“Wasn’t that a nice consolation prize?” I ask, watching her descend from her orgasm, delighting in her fluttering eyelids and lip-licking tongue.
“No!” she grumbles, squirming to get my digits inside her.
“Spoiled brat.” My mumbled declaration is lost in her gasp as I push on, driving my fingers towards her cervix...as I proceed to fuck her.
“Oh, blimey...”
I don’t want to talk, I want to go back to kissing. So that’s precisely what happens next.
We kiss...and I finger-fuck her.
Not entirely true; I hand-fuck her. (Not to be confused with ‘fisting’.) And there’s as much coming back from her as there is being applied by me. So it’s not as if I’m just corkscrewing her with my fingers.
Into my mouth she pours fury. Yelled, growled fury. Wide-eyed, closed-eyed, fluttering-lidded...fury.
At one point, it’s a silent scream, an agonized caterwauling as her body becomes something out of ‘The Exorcist’; back arching wickedly, wracked with convulsions, fingers and feet twitching...one endless spasmic contortion.
“Mmm...”
Her vulva an oil field, my fingertips skate about the treacherous skin, slipping and sliding comically. Meanwhile, I go back and forth between her tits, licking and nibbling and suckling.
“Was that your version of ‘foreplay’...?” she asks, sounding faraway and content.
“A sliver,” I reply.
Mai’s been laying here, eyes closed, facing the ceiling. Now her eyes open as her smile goes wide, wide, wide. “I like this.”
“I’m glad.”
She shrugs. “I can just let you do what you want.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t have to worry about a thing.”
“Nope.”
“You’re gonna take care of my every need.”
“If that’s what you want.”
She turns to me. “What if I want to take care of your every need?”
“We can talk about it.”
A frown. A palpable frown. “I don’t get it.”
And so I kiss Mai. And linger. “I don’t want you ‘servicing’ me.”
“What if I want to...?” Amidst me masturbating her, she’s effected a forlorn expression.
“Then we can talk about it. Negotiate.”
“Maybe I could have an entire day when I get to do everything my way.”
“Maybe,” I reply, pushing inside her again, watching her swoon...and then withdrawing, pushing both fingers inside her ass...in one go.
“You sure know the way to a girl’s heart...”
I’m quick.
Rising up onto my knees, I reposition myself, keeping my fingers in motion. While I undo my belt, I shimmy along and without really disrobing, and with Mai up on her elbows, eyes wide and narrow at the same time, I enter her vaginally...while managing to keep her rectum filled, too.
Her mouth makes an enormous ‘O’.
“God, you feel good...!” I tell her.
Her legs enwrap me, and we’re suddenly in furious, tandem motion together.
“Finally...” she snaps, my face in her hands, my mouth obliterated by hers. “Finally I have your cock in my pussy.”
“And my hand up your ass.”
“And your tongue in my mouth,” she adds, making it so.
We fuck on.
“Are you going to be keeping my back-passage crammed like that?” she smiles.
“What’s your pleasure?” I reply.
“I’d like your cock there, if you really want to know...”
And so I shift, replacing my fingers with my erection, pushing deep, watching Mai’s expression sharpen, then soften, then melt.
“And I like things back-and-forth.”
“A little risky,” I suggest.
“I’m uncommonly clean,” she counters, putting be back in her cunt. “Let me worry about all that, alright...?”
And so we play hop-scotch.
Back-and-forth-and-back-and-forth-and-back-and-forth...
“A girl could get used to being spoiled like this,” she confides, fingernails raking my back.
“Well, a girl might deserve to be spoiled.”
“I like the way you think.”
“Speaking of thinking...”
“Yes...?”
“I think I’m going to come.”
“Good.”
“Where do you think I should deliver unto you...?”
“Both, please.” And she winks. “That’s what I think.”
I make her wait a loooooong time.
I also make her come.
“Wasn’t that a nice consolation prize?” I ask, watching her descend from her orgasm, delighting in her fluttering eyelids and lip-licking tongue.
“No!” she grumbles, squirming to get my digits inside her.
“Spoiled brat.” My mumbled declaration is lost in her gasp as I push on, driving my fingers towards her cervix...as I proceed to fuck her.
“Oh, blimey...”
I don’t want to talk, I want to go back to kissing. So that’s precisely what happens next.
We kiss...and I finger-fuck her.
Not entirely true; I hand-fuck her. (Not to be confused with ‘fisting’.) And there’s as much coming back from her as there is being applied by me. So it’s not as if I’m just corkscrewing her with my fingers.
Into my mouth she pours fury. Yelled, growled fury. Wide-eyed, closed-eyed, fluttering-lidded...fury.
At one point, it’s a silent scream, an agonized caterwauling as her body becomes something out of ‘The Exorcist’; back arching wickedly, wracked with convulsions, fingers and feet twitching...one endless spasmic contortion.
“Mmm...”
Her vulva an oil field, my fingertips skate about the treacherous skin, slipping and sliding comically. Meanwhile, I go back and forth between her tits, licking and nibbling and suckling.
“Was that your version of ‘foreplay’...?” she asks, sounding faraway and content.
“A sliver,” I reply.
Mai’s been laying here, eyes closed, facing the ceiling. Now her eyes open as her smile goes wide, wide, wide. “I like this.”
“I’m glad.”
She shrugs. “I can just let you do what you want.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t have to worry about a thing.”
“Nope.”
“You’re gonna take care of my every need.”
“If that’s what you want.”
She turns to me. “What if I want to take care of your every need?”
“We can talk about it.”
A frown. A palpable frown. “I don’t get it.”
And so I kiss Mai. And linger. “I don’t want you ‘servicing’ me.”
“What if I want to...?” Amidst me masturbating her, she’s effected a forlorn expression.
“Then we can talk about it. Negotiate.”
“Maybe I could have an entire day when I get to do everything my way.”
“Maybe,” I reply, pushing inside her again, watching her swoon...and then withdrawing, pushing both fingers inside her ass...in one go.
“You sure know the way to a girl’s heart...”
I’m quick.
Rising up onto my knees, I reposition myself, keeping my fingers in motion. While I undo my belt, I shimmy along and without really disrobing, and with Mai up on her elbows, eyes wide and narrow at the same time, I enter her vaginally...while managing to keep her rectum filled, too.
Her mouth makes an enormous ‘O’.
“God, you feel good...!” I tell her.
Her legs enwrap me, and we’re suddenly in furious, tandem motion together.
“Finally...” she snaps, my face in her hands, my mouth obliterated by hers. “Finally I have your cock in my pussy.”
“And my hand up your ass.”
“And your tongue in my mouth,” she adds, making it so.
We fuck on.
“Are you going to be keeping my back-passage crammed like that?” she smiles.
“What’s your pleasure?” I reply.
“I’d like your cock there, if you really want to know...”
And so I shift, replacing my fingers with my erection, pushing deep, watching Mai’s expression sharpen, then soften, then melt.
“And I like things back-and-forth.”
“A little risky,” I suggest.
“I’m uncommonly clean,” she counters, putting be back in her cunt. “Let me worry about all that, alright...?”
And so we play hop-scotch.
Back-and-forth-and-back-and-forth-and-back-and-forth...
“A girl could get used to being spoiled like this,” she confides, fingernails raking my back.
“Well, a girl might deserve to be spoiled.”
“I like the way you think.”
“Speaking of thinking...”
“Yes...?”
“I think I’m going to come.”
“Good.”
“Where do you think I should deliver unto you...?”
“Both, please.” And she winks. “That’s what I think.”
