"Is this how you feel when you pleasure yourself?" I questioned, watching her tongue leave a slippery trail from my chest to my neck, stinging my skin with goosebumps.
"That is nothing compared to this." She answered and invaded into my underwear, stuffing my stomach with heaviness and that too with serene eyes.
How could she act as if she was playing with a normal toy?
"What - what do you mean?" I questioned again and felt her tender touch encircle around my dick. "Do you want me to explain?" Her tone tightened my whole being just like her hand, leading me to nod, "Please tell me what is happening to my dick?"
She chuckled to my question like a matchstick to diesel, and softly jerked my length, making my tone slip from my grip even more. "Why - why is it wet?
"You have to learn so much." She whispered, and crushed my earlobe with her teeth, adding, "Your dick is leaking pre-cum." She said, squeezing my length. "It's like a way of appreciating the pleasure your body is feeling."
"Is the tightness in my stomach also because of the pleasure?" I whimpered from the sensation coursing through my body like blood, and she whispered, "Yes."
"Did you feel this knot in your stomach when you were - pleasuring yourself - and is it happening right now as well?" My words fell from my tongue like a broken glass. I was feeling as if I would burst more pre-cum into her hands.
"I feel it when I pleasure myself, but I'm not feeling it right now." She answered, alarming me even through the veil of pleasure I was wrapped in.
Was I doing something wrong? If pleasure felt that way, why did she not have the knot in her stomach?
"Why? Why aren't you feeling the knot?" I needed to know it. I felt my life was on the verge and her answer was the way out.
"Do you want me to feel it?" She questioned, and I quickly nodded, bitting my whimpers in.
"Then beg." She said and squeezed my dick again, creating the bedsheet below me, my only way to hold myself together and added, "beg me to feel."
Her words were bolder than the dark color of night, obligating me to obey.
"Please! I want you to feel good. I want you to feel good because of -me." Eager and passionate. I did not try to hide my feelings, nor did I want to.
"Please feel good. Use me to feel good!" My words altered the color of her face and curled her lips. She was pleased, just as I had seen her pleasuring herself.
With that pleased smile, she drew her hand out of my underwear, leaving my cock in a frenzy.
Then she sat up and slowly, and withdrew my underwear from my hips, down to my thighs, popping my cock out in a standing position.
A quick chortle escaped her lips. Her eyes were dark and pleased with the view before her, but the left serenity in my nerves had turned into thawing lava.
The sight of my wet and pumping cock lead me to palm my eyes quickly. I could not see my cock acting like that. It was the first time I had seen it in such a color.
"Look at that!" Her words were whispery, teasing me with the mockery in the rhythm. "You must have not seen your cock like that before."
She knew me too well!
"It looks amazing, doesn't it?" She purred and withdrew my underwear completely off.
"Come on! Don't cover your eyes. You want to see me in pleasure, right?" Her question forced my agreement and I removed my hands from my eyes.
And what I saw was her fingers taking off her red lacy bra and her matching panties.
I had seen that body multiple times, but only from the hidden corner, and she never failed to amaze me. I could not fathom the beauty she owned.
I could not even think that a human could have such an appearance.
Her perfect breasts were poking my sanity, her small waist and her pussy sending me off to another world. My cock quivered at the sight. It felt as if it was burning.
"I see you like the view." She smirked with tangy words, coloring my face redder.
Bashfully, I nodded and watched her alter from the mattress to my thighs.
She moved skillfully and gracefully, rhythmically positioning my cock against her cunt as her hips touched my thighs. The view only filled my chest with need, giving me only heaviness to breathe out.
"Watch how it slips inside. You wouldn't want to miss it." She tingled my skin once again with her words and began slipping my cock inside her, thundering my whole being with astonishment and a great unexperienced feeling.
I had never felt a cunt before. I did not know how it felt.
So when I felt the warmth, the tightness, and the wetness surround and squeeze my cock, I could only loathe the lord even more.
How could he leave us scarce of something so intense?
I groaned and moaned, whimpered, and ached with pleasure.
"You feel so hot!" I boomed, as my dick entered her deeper and deeper.
If someone asked, I could not answer if it looked so good or felt so good.
"Is this how it feels? Please tell me?" The glorious feeling of pleasure was riding high on my mind, consuming my whole being.
"Do you feel hot?" she questioned as she slipped the last inch of my cock inside and sat on my groin.
"Yes!" I instantly answered, literally shuddering on the mattress.
"Does it feel wet and tight?" I nodded again, craving to hear an answer. "Then it is how it feels."
A chisel of stimulation ran down my body, taking my breath away. I pulled her in my arms, her lips an inch away, and whispered, "Is this how you feel when you pleasure yourself?"
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END OF THE PART 4
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