I slipped my fingers from her mouth, her puffy lips glistening with saliva as her gaze stayed fixed on me—half-lidded, hazy, and undeniably alluring. Slowly, I brought my length to her face, her lips parting slightly as though they already knew what was to come. Her small, soft tongue darted out to lick her lips—a reflex, perhaps, but the light brush of her wet heat against me was anything but accidental.
"You're doing this on purpose," I murmured, the accusation laced with quiet amusement. Her eyes widened slightly, snapping up to meet mine, confusion flickering in their depths before she looked away again, wordlessly yielding.
I cupped the back of her head, tilting it gently as her lips parted wider, inviting me in. The warmth of her mouth greeted me as I pushed past her soft, red lips. A quiet sigh escaped her as her tongue curled delicately along my length, each movement unhurried, yet deliberate. I pressed further, feeling her cheek stretch slightly as the curve of my length became visible beneath her skin. The sensation of her snug, wet mouth was intoxicating, her tongue pressing and stroking with just the right amount of pressure.
I shifted my hips, angling downward, and felt the tight resistance of her throat yield as I slid deeper. Her muscles contracted around me, the rhythm of her breathing steady but shallow, each exhale brushing warm against my skin. Her body adjusted to my presence, the faint sounds she made driving a low hum of pleasure through me.
My hands roamed her body, tracing her toned stomach before gliding upward to the firm curve of her chest. Her nipples were taut beneath the fabric of her sports bra, their shape teasingly obvious. I flicked one lightly with my thumb, the slight jolt of her body a clear response. I began kneading her breasts, savoring their fullness, each touch deliberate as I let her reactions guide me. Her legs shifted subtly, thighs pressing together in an attempt to quell the need building within her. I noticed but said nothing, letting her simmer in her growing desire.
Slipping my hand beneath the edge of her bra, I found bare skin—warm, soft, and yielding beneath my palm. Her nipple stiffened under my touch as I rolled it gently between my fingers, drawing a quiet whimper from her lips. Her throat constricted around me again, the sensation sparking a groan from deep in my chest. "Do you like it?" I asked, my voice low and firm. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and submissive, her response clear even without words.
I savored the contrast between her pliant mouth and the firmness of her body beneath my touch, the dual sensations grounding me in this shared moment. Each flick of my hips was slow, measured, as her lips and throat welcomed me deeper. She wasn't just taking; she was giving—eagerly, earnestly—with every motion.
she sucked with as much vigour as she could muster as my one hand still slowly caressed her head as if praise a child for their efforts to coax them to work hard. I didn't want to break her but make her completely enjoy participating.
Her gaze never left mine as my hand wandered lower, fingers tracing teasing patterns along her stomach before slipping to her hips. She parted her legs without hesitation, a silent plea written in the way her body arched slightly toward my touch. My fingers hovered just above the damp spot darkening her green shorts, the fabric sticking slightly to her skin. I didn't touch her directly, not yet. Instead, I traced slow circles around the wetness, letting the anticipation build as her breathing grew heavier, her body trembling slightly under my restraint.
Each moment stretched long and deliberate, the sensations shared between us building into something both primal and intimate. This wasn't hurried or careless—it was control, focus, and the pleasure of knowing exactly how to unravel her, one touch at a time.
she sucked with as much vigour as she could muster as my one hand still slowly caressed her head as if praise a child for their efforts to coax them to work hard. I didn't want to break her but make her completely enjoy participating.
I continued to edge her, tracing the wet fabric, occasionally passing over it but never giving in completely to the point that she reaches her release. her growing desperation only amplifying my amusement and desire. Each time she pressed herself against my hand in silent pleading, I pulled away, leaving her teetering on the brink. Her frustration turned to soft, muffled whimpers, each one vibrating through her throat, sending pleasurable jolts along my length.
When I decided to end my teasing, I placed my hand firmly on her shorts. The damp fabric was hot to the touch, saturated with her arousal, and a quiet moan escaped her lips—a sound that caressed my dick enveloped in her throat sending waves of pleasure rolling through me. Slowly, deliberately, I traced the outline of her pussy lips through the clinging green material. The entrance of her thighs quivered with need, her body softening under my touch as the fabric darkened further, now almost translucent and clinging so tightly it was rendered pointless.
Her hazy green eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the sensations. Her mouth moved on me with renewed intensity, her tongue and throat tightening rhythmically as if to match the pulse of her trembling body. I pressed a single finger against her entrance, the wet material pressing inward with it, outlining her desire in explicit detail. The fabric clung, now fully molded to her shape, each ridge of her arousal visible, the heat radiating through it onto my hand.
I could feel her drawing closer, her body betraying her mounting pleasure. Her trembling thighs, her tightening stomach, and her pebbled nipples—straining against the green sports bra to the point of tearing it—were all evidence of her nearing release. I pressed a finger inside, not bothering to remove the shorts, letting the wet material stretch and strain around me as it got further wedged inside her entrance. The slick heat of her arousal soaked my hand, the fabric catching on my nail as I extended it ever so slightly. The pressure and friction were enough to tear the overstretched material, the green shorts splitting neatly around her entrance as I pushed deeper.
The sudden intrusion made her body jolt, her back arching as she cried out against me. Her release came in a wave, her juices spilling past my finger, drenching my hand and dripping onto the tight material still clinging to her thighs and toned ass. The white sofa beneath her bore the evidence, the fabric stained with her essence, a testament to the intensity of her climax. I watched, mesmerized, as her trembling body surrendered entirely, her hips twitching involuntarily against my hand, her mouth and throat tightening rhythmically around me in perfect unison.