Page 20 of The Wicked Virgin

But the girl merely smiled around my penis again and let her fingers stroke backwards all the way to my asshole. With a grunt and a heave, her finger penetrated my back hole, that little digit working its way into my anus.

“Oh fuck, baby,” I gasped. “What the fuck are you doing?”

But the girl didn’t let up, instead moving her finger in and out, then in circles before slipping a second finger in as if stretching me out, scissoring her digits to loosen my anal walls. All this time I was groaning in my desk chair, my big body tilted backwards to give her better access, my butt at the edge of the chair, pants down around my ankles as she sucked my dick and massaged my prostate.

“Fuck you are an expert aren’t you?” I groaned, dark streaks flashed across my cheeks, chest and abs tight. “Fuck, what a butt slut.”

And the girl merely smiled at me coyly again, her mouth stuffed full with dick, increasing the pressure of her fingers, sucking harder and harder, mixing her strokes with incredible mewling sounds, as if she couldn’t get enough of my dick.

My balls rose, tightened and I felt the beginning of a geyser erupting deep inside. But before it spurted, I changed course. I roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head off my cock, the brunette choking and coughing at the surprise, hacking a bit as my penis reappeared from between her lips, slickly wet from a mixture of saliva and cum. Her fingers were still buried in my butt and it was enough to send me off. Like a fucking fountain, I erupted, coating her face in a sticky mixture of jism, my sperm erupting in stream after stream of hot white, spurting into her hair, her eyes, her nose, her mouth, dripping down to the tops of her breasts.

And like a whore, the girl opened her mouth, holding her tongue out to catch as much as possible, smacking her lips like a dirty slut, almost as if she were bobbing for apples, going in again and again for the good stuff. It was so fucking nasty, so fucking wrong that my orgasm went on for twice as long as usual, unloading every single sperm onto her face and chest, the brunette lapping it up like it was ambrosia, the best stuff in heaven.

Meanwhile, her finger hadn’t stopped its stroking in my ass. She kept massaging my male g-spot, prolonging the sensation, making my big body writhe and twist in the chair until finally I was utterly spent, every drop drained dry, milked until the tanks were empty. Only then did the brunette pull back, slowly wiping her lips with one hand, blearily blinking through the mess of cum coating her lashes as she popped her finger out of my ass.

I expected her to do something dirty sure, like rub that finger on her tits, maybe massage her pussy a little. But she was a winner and instead held it up to her lips, sampling my musky ass taste before sucking it, eyes closing as she enjoyed the taste of a man’s butt.

“Mmm,” she moaned, incoherent with lust. “Fuck, man meat is good,” she winked at me coyly.

And just like that, I was diamond-hard again, ready to take, to fuck, to mark this girl all over again.

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