Page 47 of Siccitas

He unbuckles his pants and stands in front of me.

I look up at him as he strokes his cock.

“Open.” His voice is stern.

I open my mouth and he leans forward. “You know what to do.”

I take his cock in my hand and start to stroke it as I suck the head.

He places a hand on the back of my head, edging me to take him in deeper.

I swallow as much of his thick cock as I can.

He thrusts in and out of my mouth, making my eyes water. Gripping my hair, he moves faster, hitting the back of my throat.

I gag, and he pushes his dick into my mouth and holds it there, making me gag more.

“Look at me,” he orders.

I look up at him, his rock-hard erection still deep in my mouth.

He starts to thrust again.

“I don’t like to waste my cum, but your pussy isn’t what I’m looking for today.”

I give a slight nod.

“On your stomach.”

He pulls his dick out of my mouth, and I look up at him. “Please don’t.”

“Excuse me?”

I swallow my retort and lay on my stomach on the bed.

“Raise your hips,” he commands.

I tuck my knees under me. I lift the skirt of my dress over my back.

“Hmmm, I do want a small taste, though.” He places his head between my legs and licks my pussy, sticking his tongue in as far as it will go.

He pulls away. “Delicious.” Reaching between my legs, he fingers my clit. “Give me your hand.”

I swallow and slide my hand between my legs. He takes it and presses my index finger and middle finger to my clit. “Slow circles. And if you stop, you’ll regret it.”

I whimper as I start massaging my clit.

He rubs his cock between my folds and once it’s wet enough; he sticks two fingers into my pussy and works them in and out.

My fucking body.

My traitorous, fucking body.

Once his fingers are slick with my juices, he circles my pucker of an asshole.

“I want it tight today.”

I don’t say anything, and he smacks my ass. I flinch.

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