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He knelt behind her and began the slow, torturous edging. Long, lazy licks from her clit all the way back to her tight asshole — ten full strokes that never gave her the pressure she needed. The wet sounds of his tongue mixed with the rain hammering the glass and the distant rumble of thunder. By the fifth lick her hips were twitching uselessly against the ropes. By the tenth she was whimpering, thighs trembling, the cool glass against her cheek doing nothing to calm the fire between her legs.

With my eyes locked on hers, I ran my tongue along the length of my fingers. "You taste like honey," I said. "I've been wondering." The sight of me licking her cum off my fingers seemed to unlock another barrel of just inside her. "Now it's my turn." She pushed me onto my back, her body hovering above mine. "Let's see how well you handle your own medicine," she said.

The sticky sweetness made me gasp at the contrast with the cool air. He started licking slowly, his tongue tracing every drop from my collarbone down, sucking gently on my nipples until they were hard and sensitive. I arched my back, my fingers threading through his hair as he leaned lower, lapping at the honey pooling on my belly. The sensation was incredibly erotic, his warm tongue scraping the sticky sweetness as his groans vibrated against my skin. “Delicious,” he growled, spreading my legs wider. He poured more honey directly onto my clit, then sucked it off with hunger, Ishook, pulling his hair.

“Let me taste you clean.” I leaned in and licked a slow stripe from base to tip, collecting the bead of pre cum and the faint salt of earlier rounds. He groaned, hips twitching forward. I took him into my mouth slowly, lips stretching around the girth, tongue flattening along the underside as I sank down inch by inch. The water made everything slicker, warmer. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking softly at first, then deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat on every downstroke.

He licked from her perineum all the way up to the small of her back, marking her with his scent, before settling back into the wet, echoing squelch of her pussy. He began to suck on her inner lips, pulling the sensitive flesh into his mouth and swirling his tongue over the ridges. Ruth-Ann's vision went white. She felt the vibrations of his throat against her labia, a deep, resonant hum that made her internal muscles seize in a frantic, rhythmic dance. "You taste like heaven, but my decision to not fuck you tonight feels like hell," Ryder muttered against her skin, his voice muffled by her juices.

But it’s her face that guts you—angelic, with wide green eyes and faint freckles that you want to trace with your tongue, her smile a wicked promise of innocence and sin. Orientation’s a slog, some old hag droning on while your mind’s elsewhere, craving something raw. Back in your apartment, you’re restless, cock half-hard and aching for release. The city’s left you pent-up, unsatisfied. You grab your laptop, diving into OnlyFans like it’s a dark alley you can’t resist. Pornstars are old news—too polished, too fake. You want real, messy, human. Amateurs with trembling hands and secrets in their eyes. That’s what gets you going.

He pulled his fingers out abruptly, the sudden emptiness leaving me whining pathetically, my pussy clenching around nothing. But I swallowed it down when my eyes tracked his hands, watching with bated breath as he unwrapped the lollipop, the crinkle of the plastic echoing like a dirty promise. My breathing shallowed, chest rising and falling rapidly as he waved it over my mouth, teasing me. The sweet scent mixed with the musky aroma of my arousal hanging in the air. “You want to suck it, don’t you?” I opened my mouth wide in response, drooling as I imagined it was his cock instead forcing its way down my throat.

Amber An erotic image of him licking my cum in front of my pussy gripped my body, and the chain rustled with my excited breathing. “N-no…,” I swallowed, staring into the darkness, “please don’t….” And soft, plushy bristles brushed across my soaked lips. I cringed in tight pleasure, ripping from my throat. “Aaah! Hunter! What’s that?!” The bristles circled my labia, teasing them to open, and once they did, a familiar vibration pushed in—.

A second climax built, even more intense, and she came screaming, her body convulsing as waves of ecstasy rolled over her. Victor stood, unzipping his jeans to free his massive cock. It sprang out, thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum. Elena slid off the counter, dropping to her knees eagerly. She took him in her hand, stroking the length before leaning forward to lick the tip, tasting his saltiness. "Mmm, you taste better than your son," she purred, then engulfed him, her lips stretching around his girth. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass, her tongue swirling underneath.

Some days we stay naked all day, watching TV, doing our chores, fucking and sucking as we go. One day, Lilly woke up before me and made my most erotic fantasy come true by wrapping her hot lips around my morning hard-on and gently sucking me awake. If you've never had anyone suck you awake in the morning, you don't know what you're missing. It starts in an unreal dream-like state and then gradually you begin to feel the warm, wet licking and sucking sensations, and before you're really awake, you're humping your fully aroused cock to its ultimate climax. It's amazing and so is my step-sister .