Page 29 of Indecent Ventures

He nods. “Give me all your juices. Cover me. I want to bathe in them.”

He brings his tongue back to my clit, giving me everything. He sucks, circles, and swivels.

I shout. “Yes, Collin.”

I’m gyrating all over his face. I want it so badly. A big orgasm is within reach.

As if he knows my body perfectly, he curls his fingers deep inside me, and my world turns momentarily dark as I come on a loud scream.

Oh my god. That was good.Reallygood. I have to blink a few times to remember where I am.

When it’s clear that I’m done, Collin doesn’t pull his face away. Instead, he takes things a step further and rubs his entire face all around my pussy, covering himself in my juices. I can feel his scruff against my extremely sensitive-from-orgasm flesh.

He stands and stretches his tongue as far as it will go as he licks all over his face. “Yum. I’ll get to savor that taste all day.”

All I can think in the moment is that he may be the hottest man in existence.

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, removing a condom.

Having partially regained my wits, I sit up and unbutton his jeans. I slowly unzip them, place my hand inside, and pull out his cock.

My chin drops. I didn’t see him last time. I felt how big he was, knowing he was the biggest I’d ever had, but I didn’t see it. I may have chickened out if I saw this monster.

I look up at him, the shock likely written all over my face. He smirks. “There’s a reason I told you to call meBigDaddy.”

I can’t help but smile.

Something silver catches my eye. Holy shit. His dick is pierced. I’ve never seen a pierced dick in person.

He notices me staring at it. “No, I didn’t have this the last time. Yes, it’s going to rock your world.”

Fuck. Yes.

I lick my lips and hold out my wrists. “Is Big Daddy going to tie me up again?”

He rubs his hand down my chest, expertly unclasping my bikini top with expert precision. My breasts immediately spill out. He runs his thumbs over my hardened nipples. “Did baby girl like being tied up?”

I nod.

He turns his head and scans the room. With his giant, pierced cock hanging heavy, he walks over to a bundle of wood secured with a thick string. He pulls a pocket knife out of his jeans and slices the string, the wood pouring out all over the floor.

He violently rips the string from under the pile, his countless muscles flexing while he does so, and walks back over to me.

I place my wrists together and hold them out. In some kind of expert sailor fashion, he binds them. It’s tight, but not uncomfortably so.

While he tears open the condom and rolls it on himself, I lean forward and lick his sweat-slickened arm.

“Hmm. I’ve been dying to taste that.”

“What does it taste like?”

“It’s manly. Salty.”

“I’ve got something else salty for you.”

I spread my legs wide. “Bring it, Big Daddy.”

“Tell me what you want. Use your words.”

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