Page 52 of His Big Bad Stick

Abrielle has a special technique here and if she keeps this up she’s going to be swallowing my warm load.

That’s not a bad thing.

It’s just I have other intentions for my cum.

My right hand grabs at her hair and I pull her away from my cock.

She fights me on it, sucking hard, resisting…

“Goddamn you, kitten,” I growl. “Think you can defy me?”

Abrielle’s eyes look up to mine and it’s like someone stabbing my heart.

Fuck. She’s beautiful, isn’t she? She’s always been beautiful. But now… look at her… mouth full of my cock… yet she still has that sweet gaze in her eyes…

Abrielle’s mouth pops off my cock.

She sits back on her ankles, pushing out her beautiful chest, showing off her breasts.

“Stand up,” I order.

Abrielle listens and doesn’t break eye contact for a second.

Once standing, I touch her.

My fingertips graze her hips. Around to the small of her back. Down to her ass.

I cup. I knead.

I pull her toward me.

My cock presses between our bodies, pointing straight up.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment I met you, kitten,” I whisper. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it after all these years. Your cunt tastes like heaven. Taste yourself…”

I lower my mouth down to hers.

Her eyes open big with surprise but she does not reject my kiss.

I don’t care that my cock was just in her mouth.

I have her cunt honey all over my tongue and lips still.

We kiss.

My cock pulses between us.

I step toward the couch and sit down, taking Abrielle with me.

She lifts herself high enough up into the air, allowing my cock to stand tall and free.

Lonely, but only for a second.

I reach down and dip my fingers against her wetness, then slide my hand down my cock and hold it tight again.

Abrielle lowers herself down.

The swell of her heat greets me.

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