Page 50 of His Big Bad Stick

She doesn’t freeze. She fucks.

Reaching climax and wanting to be fucked while she finishes.

Humping my mouth as warmth pours from her.

The dam has been broken. The wet licks are louder than ever.

Along with her groans.

I place my hands on the floor and let her body do whatever it needs to do.

I feel like she’s going to stay like this forever. Fucking my tongue and my mouth. Me thirsting and drinking her.

I can’t get enough.

When her body collapses on the floor, she writhes and makes a groaning growl that will forever beautifully haunt me.

I lower my mouth back down to her dripping cunt.

One lick and Abrielle wiggles and cries out.

“I’m done! Fuck! Colver!”

She pushes at my head.

I catch myself grinning as I ease away from her.

I stand up and open my jeans.

I push them down and step out of them with ease, leaving them at my feet.

“Look what you’ve done to me, kitten,” I say as I grab for my thick, heavy cock.

I’m hard. Painfully hard.

I can’t believe how amazing Abrielle looks right now.

Her legs spread. Her cunt plump, used, and soaked. Her breasts full and delicious, resting comfortably on her chest.

Then there’s the look in her eyes…

“On your knees, kitten,” I tell her. “I want to feel my cock touch the back of your throat.”

Abrielle’s face turns bright red.

I let a second or two pass by.

“Right now,” I growl.

Abrielle gasps and hurries to get on her knees.

Her shirt falls down over her breasts. She doesn’t hesitate to quickly take her shirt off.

Now she’s naked.

Moving toward me.

I hold my cock with my right hand, gently stroking my root.

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