Page 76 of Texting My Valentine

Her virgin slit is glimmering with wetness, her nub looking engorged with her lust. Her folds are needily swollen with her desire. I grip her thighs, holding her in place, owning her.

She moans, staring down at me with wide, fascinated eyes. She looks so damn beautiful; it makes my chest ache knowing that I’m the only one who will claim her.

I bring my mouth to her drenched entrance, kiss her hole and then her lips, then move to her jewel. She gasps in the most erotic way when I trail my tongue up and down her nub. When she shivers in desire, her thick and gorgeous thighs tremble for me, her curvaceous fleshiness jiggling captivatingly.

I slide one hand around to her ass, holding onto her fullness as I lavish her pussy with attention. My tongue goes into overdrive when her hips begin to buck and shift as she confidently chasesher pleasure, meeting my tongue strokes with hunger of her own.

She reaches down and trails her fingers through my hair, clawing onto my scalp, pulling me toward her. I stroke one hand up her body, over her perfect, plump tits, then offer her my finger.

“Suck,” I snarl. “Get it wet for your virgin pussy. Make it slick for when I slide into you.”

She gasps, then nods as she sucks my finger. That makes me even harder. My steel pushes against my shorts, precome flowing freely now, my briefs wet with the desire and the heat.

I bring my slick finger to her entrance and push in gently, groaning when her tightness wraps around me. When I suck on her clit, pulling it into my mouth, pressing my tongue against it, she gifts me with the most captivating, hungry, breathy moan.

Her hand tightens on my head, fingernails digging into my scalp as if she can’t take this anymore. Her clit feels like fucking fire in my mouth, and her virgin slit widens just a tiny bit like her body is getting used to me. The tip of my dick throbs as I think about sliding inside of her.

She shifts her hips when I open my mouth to devour more of her. Her taste moves slickly over my tongue, making me even more crazed than I already am.

“Oh, Ah-Alex,” she whimpers. “Fu-Fuck yes.”

“You’re so damn perfect,” I growl.

“Don’t stop,” she says urgently.

Her self-assuredness makes my perfect poet even sexier, which shouldn’t even be possible. But it’d be a waste of time to think about what should and shouldn’t be possible with my voluptuous Valentine.

I slide my tongue down her folds, slipping my finger out of her entrance and moving it to her clit. Now, I lick her hole instead, tasting her tanginess, like her virgin body is giving me signals that she’s ready.

But first, I need to feel her come, the tremor in her body, the flutter of her virgin walls.

She squeezes her thick thighs around my face, making the most delicious prison a man could wish for. She traps me against her sex as I make my tongue firm and slide it into her, showering her clit with attention at the same time.

“Yes, yes,” she gasps. “Oh, fuck, yes, Alex, Alex…”

“Come for me,” I growl, my voice muffled by her thighs. “Come all over my face. I need to taste you. I’m. The. Only. Fucking. One.”

I swap my hand and my mouth again, licking her clit fast, my tongue flickering as her moans become more intense. My finger makes gorgeous wet noises as I slip it in and out of her, owning her pussy, owning her perfection.

Finally, she squeezes her legs even tighter around my head. She strokes both hands over my scalp, gasping as she claws at me. Her pussy gushes with wetness, her hole pulsing around my finger as if ready for my rock-hard pole.

I stand up, looking down at her naked body, my cock aching.

She sits up, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly, making her tits sway. A dreamy, confident smile spreads across her lips when she sees me staring. She pushes her breasts together, pouting at me, one eyebrow raised.

“Like what you see, huh?”

“Likeis a goddamn understatement.”

“You’d better show me your…”

I tear down my shorts and my underwear, my cock springing free, a line of precome flinging from the head and landing on her breast. She moans and rubs it over her skin, making me wild and threatening my control. I have to remind myself she’s a virgin, so I don’t flip her over and spank her creamy ass as I grind myself inside of her.

“You’re ready,” I groan.

“Uh uh,” she murmurs, her eyes glimmering like she’s nervous. But then she visibly pushes past the nerves. “Don’t you need to be wet?”

I groan when she wraps her hand around my dick, stroking her hand from my tip to my base, spreading the precome so that my entire length shines with it.

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