Bury my face…

“Oh God.” I gasp as his big hands drag me closer to the edge of the bed—to the brink. Palms spread me wider, holding me open as he lowers his face and licks me. Gio’s eyes slide closed as he goes to town on my pussy, lapping and sucking at me as if it were his new full-time job and I moan…

Groan.

Thrash my head, fingers grasping at the white comforter…

“Oh God…”

Gio moans deep in his chest as he eats me out—moaning like he’s dining out on the most delicious fucking thing he’s ever had and can’t get enough of it, his hips grinding against the edge of the bed where he’s kneeling to alleviate some of this own tension.

"I want you inside me," I whisper, pushing at his shoulders.

"Not yet," he says as he shakes his head.

“Please…” I want to be on top. Why is he making me beg?!

I want to sink down on top of you and take control so you lose control…

15

gio

She’s begging me to fuck her.

Meanwhile I’m basically fucking the mattress.

I mean—twist my arm. What guy wouldn’t rather dump his load inside a pretty woman than on the duvet cover of his bed?

I’m flat on my back in the middle of my California king, condom on the pillow next to my head, and Austin's tits beckoning from above.

I cup them and play with her nipples, cock stiff, pressing into her ass crack as she rests on my stomach, pussy slowly gyrating in slow circles.

It’s taking every ounce of self-control I possess not to bury myself inside her—I feel like I’m losing my mind.

I lower my hands, pressing my thumb into her clit in small circles and she leans back to give me more access…

Her body is perfect for me.

Nice boobs.

Soft stomach.

An ass I want to pump into from behind, knowing I won’t snap her like a twig.

Austin leans forward, pressing a hand against my headboard and gripping it, raising herself above me…lining my dick up between her pussy and moving back and forth without taking me inside her.

It’s torture.

She’s practically panting.

“I could come like this.” She lets out a whimper. “I love your dick so much.”

Her hair falls over her shoulders, covering her nipples the briefest of moments and my fingers brush it back so I can look my fill.

I toy with her boobs as if they were my playthings…

Her breath hitches when I roll her nipples between my fingers, her hips stuttering in their rhythm.