Page 11 of Viparious

She manages to smile around me before working back up my dick to do her favorite thing and talk, “Wait a few minutes, and it will be. I’m just getting warmed up.”

She doesn’t remove her hands from my chest as she slowly seals her lips around my dick and flutters her tongue. The moans leaving her vibrate through my dick, and they get more intense as I lift one of her hands and place it on my bicep. I’ve seen Inessa come, it’s the eighth wonder of the world, and she’s close without stimulation where she needs it. Each inch that disappears into her mouth is worshipped and she twitches her thighs, showing she’s getting off on me.

“Show me.”

She blinks at my request, a small crease forming between her brows, until she notices where my attention is fixed, and she smirks. Her hand slowly moves down my body until it’s between her thighs and she moans around me. She’s fucking perfect. Pulling her fingers back, they’re glistening, and my queen holds them up to me in offering.

I’d live on her taste alone until my dying breath if I had my way. Expecting her to push her fingers into my mouth, she strokes my bottom lip and winks up at me. Mouth full of my dick, and she fucking winks at me. Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth makes her eyes sparkle, and she pushes her head forward, taking me to the back of her throat.

Holding her hair in one hand, I stroke her cheek, feeling my dick.

“You’re even more beautiful right now.”

She hums around me and nods, making me tense every muscle in my body. It’s taking everything in me not to come and I focus on getting a reaction out of her. Her eyes widen with excitement, and she moves her head further down as I pluck a melting ice cube out of the tumbler. I’m not fully buried inside her yet, but she’s doing so well.

She takes the opportunity to pull my shorts down further as I lean forward to gain a better vantage with her body. I never know whether that mouth will spit out shit that makes me crazy or be sweet, and it’s no different with my dick between her lips. My vision blurs as she turns her face side to side, fitting me in her throat, and her nose touches my skin. Cupping her at the back of her head, I stare up at the ceiling, trying to gain control.

My hips move automatically, and she swallows around my length, making me fucking crazy. The feeling of her cunt squeezing my dick is replicated in her throat.

“Fuuck, malysh. Do it again.”

She nods, pressing her nose further into my groin, and I hate that she’s not choking. I’d hate the sound more, but this is too easy for her. She forces me to look down as she squeezes my bicep three times and opens her mouth as wide as it can be so I can see the small preview of my dick against her tongue.

“Wider, meelaya.”

She does it eagerly and has to let some of me leave her mouth to do it. Her head doesn’t move as the ice clinks against the crystal with my two fingers keeping the ice back from hitting her in the face. She opens her mouth wider, seeing the way I’m holding it with my thumb positioned on the outside of the glass and I don’t need to move her head back, she does it of her own accord. I slowly drip the vodka into her mouth, it races down my dick, mixing with the warmth she omits, and I pull her head forward as I leave the confines of her throat. If she won’t allow the sounds of inexperience, I’ll create them myself just to remain sane.

The tip of my dick is pressed against the back of her throat as I continue pooling the vodka into her waiting mouth.

“Don’t swallow.”

The water line continues to rise with the position, the obstruction preventing her from gulping, and I drop the glass on the table. It lands with a heavy thud against the wood, the ice hitting off each other and I take out a cube again to trace her features. Her eyes turn fully black with the need to swallow, and her throat gets tighter, choking me.

“You can swallow if you’re mine.” She pauses, and I trace the column of her throat with the ice as I add, “If this throat is only mine, I’ll allow you to be comfortable, meelaya.”

The hesitation leaves, and she pushes her head forward, taking me further into the tight constraints of her throat. Spit and vodka spill out of her mouth as it escapes the small gaps I’m not filling, and she splutters around her urgency. Inessa doesn’t attempt to pull back for air and bobs her head, fucking her own throat with my dick. The sounds rival the best symphonies and I thread my fingers through her hair under the hair tie as I control her movements, so she doesn’t make me come straight away.

Her cheeks turn red, and she fights me, cutting off her own air. Tugging at her hair when she doesn’t move away to take a breath, my queen lets me go with a wet pop and watery eyes. The ice is melting between my fingers, and I can’t remember why I have hold of it. All I can see are swollen pink lips with a string of spit connecting them to me. Her eyes are dazzling as I drop the cube back into the tumbler and she rests her hands on my knees to tip her head back. Her lips slowly part and it takes me a second to work out what she wants.

Unthreading my fingers from her hair, I stroke around her throat and trace under her jawline with my thumb as I ask, “Are you thirsty, meely moy?”

We both know the answer, and her voice is a croak, showing how well she’s done.

“Just a little, it’s a bit dry.”

I know she’s talking about her throat, but I roll back in my chair to look at her wet thighs and pride shines through my taunt.

“You look perfectly soaked to me.”

Her eyes harden instantly, and I know she’s cursing me in her head, but I give in and take a large mouthful. The smaller chips of ice have nearly melted, making it more water than vodka, and my beautiful wife sits taller, waiting for me. There’s no twinge in my muscles as I lean forward, and the stitches pull against my skin because her dark eyes are in front of me, and she’s drinking from me. I don’t allow our lips to touch, and she lets out a moan as she swallows.

Bringing her up so she’s sat up on her knees fully, I seal our lips together. I need her. To come. She’s beautiful and twisted, making her perfect, but it doesn’t mean anything because I know I can’t get attached. She strokes up my thighs as she moans into my mouth. My queen has an obsession with muscle, and I flex, allowing her to feel them as she attempts to dig her fingers into them. One hand remains on my thigh and the other wraps around my dick. Her delicate touch isn’t enough to make me come. It’s more dangerous, threatening to heal me. To make me forget my goals.

I need her hand off me, but I can’t pull back and blindly grab a piece of ice. She gasps into my mouth as I lightly trace her nipples, and I soften my voice, so she’ll do as she’s told.

“One hand behind your back, malysh.”

As expected, she removes her hand from my dick and allows me full access to her pretty tits. Her pink nipples get harder as I continue tracing them, and I have an unexplainable urge to cover her in cum or brand her chest. She already has me on her finger, but I want to be closer to her life force. The only thing stopping me is the fact I’m not in my suit. It’s rare and I’m stopped from delving into the thoughts as she leans forward to suck on the tip of my dick.

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