Page 54 of Life

“With that in mind, I’m gonna enjoy this sweet cunt of mine for breakfast, and then I’m going to fuck you in the shower, and then I’ll take you out to eat. Yeah? You with me?”

“You do not hold back.” I push my hair behind me.

Eli grips me to him so that I lock my legs around him where he can lift me into his arms. “No, babe, I hold on.”

“Jesus Christ, yes, just like that.” Eli’s head falls back against the tile as I swallow his long cock down my throat.

After he shattered my mind with his mouth, I decided to shower him with my own sexual tricks. One being how much I love sucking dick.

“I love yourpolla, Cazador. So thick, long, and mmm…” I allow my words to get cut off by him shoving his cock deep. I take it all the way back to my throat and hum around the fat head.

“Maria, babe, your mouth. Can’t get enough. Shit.” He groans and fists one hand in my hair while he starts to thrust.

I love this part. When they start to lose all control and act like primal cavemen focused solely on coming.

I pull back to encourage him. “Fuck my face. Hard. You know you want to. I can take it,” I say, using my sex-laced rumble before going back to working him over.

“Perfect.”Thrust. “Fucking.”Thrust.“Woman.”Thrust.“And.”Thrust.“All.”Thrust.“Mine.”

Eli’s body starts to tremble. The hand not maneuvering my face is locked in a tight fist. I pull back, forcing him to let go of my hair.

“What are you doing? Get back on my cock.” His words forceful, need controlling every syllable.

I grip his length in one hand and jack it a few times. “Trust me to make you feel everything,Cazador. Let me play.” I’m in full seductress mode, planning to rock his world.

“God, your hands are almost as good as your mouth.”

I grin. “Oh yeah. What about these?” I push his knees out farther apart where he’s sitting on the bench seat in the shower. After soaping up my boobs, I press both of them around his slippery cock.

His eyes glaze over and hit that dark forest green that makes my pussy weep. Knowing I’m taking this hulk of man down to his knees, to a carnal place that only sees me, is overwhelming with its beauty and power. Eli thrusts his hips up and down so his length pops through my breasts, playing a sexy game of peekaboo with his luscious cock.

Once the soap washes away under the shower spray, I tip my head down and lick the crown every time it appears.

He hisses and groans through a few more strokes. Once he gets close to coming and the head looks like an angry top ready to explode, I push him back at the pelvis, wrap my lips around his length, and take him down my throat.

“Holy shit, fuck!” His entire body tightens and convulses.

I don’t stop sucking and swallowing until I taste the first burst of saltiness hit my tongue.

“Babe, babe, babe,” he chants mindlessly.

I squeeze the root of his penis with one hand and fondle his balls with the other while I slip my mouth off for long enough to say the words I know he wants to hear before he lets go.

“Give me all you got. I’ll swallow it all,” I say around a grin and take him in again.

“Perfect woman. Damn you. Damn you.” He thrusts up at the same time I suck him down. He cries out. “Ahhhh, yesssss!” As spurt after spurt of his slick release slides down my throat, I swallow furiously and lick at the sensitive underside near the crown before swirling my tongue and lips around the tip as he slowly softens.

Before I even have a chance to stand, he’s pulled me up, lifted a leg until my foot rests on his thigh, and his tongue is piercing my slit. “Sweetmadre!” I call out and brace both hands against the tile walls. He tongues me deep, the angle providing easy access. Without warning he plunges two fingers in and locks his mouth around my clit.

His fingers delve deep, finding that spot he’d found before and manipulating it until I’m shaking and coming against his lips.

“That’s right. Give me that sweet cream. Never get enough.” He moans and licks deep, spreading me open like a flower with his thumbs so he can get his entire mouth around me.

The shower water has turned cold, battering against my back as I convulse, holding his head between my thighs and riding his face like I’ll never get another chance. Though I know I will. Now that I’ve gotten a taste of him, felt his passion, I’m powerless to stop this train of devastation. All I can hope is we don’t destroy one another or anyone else in the process.

Once he’s brought me off another two times to his one, which seems wildly unfair, he lifts me up, wraps me in a towel, and sets me on the vanity. He turns off the water and grabs a towel of his own.

“You’re going to fuck me stupid.” I’m trying to get my faculties back and failing.

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