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Oral Indulgence: A Solo Pleasure Journey

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I had been feeling a little adventurous lately, craving something new and exciting to spice up my solo pleasure sessions. As a woman in her late thirties, I knew my body well and had explored many avenues of pleasure, but there was one particular fantasy I wanted to indulge in—oral sex. The thought of a skilled tongue lavishing attention on my most intimate parts sent shivers down my spine. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands and purchase a special toy designed to simulate this very act.

With a few clicks on my laptop, I found the perfect device—a sleek, discreet sex toy with soft, silicone lips and a flickering tongue that promised to deliver unparalleled pleasure. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it, so I placed the order immediately, eagerly anticipating its arrival.

A few days later, the package was discreetly delivered to my doorstep. My heart raced as I unboxed the toy, carefully unwrapping the layers of packaging to reveal the smooth, pink device. It was even more enticing than I had imagined, with a realistic-looking mouth and a flexible tongue that protruded invitingly. I couldn’t resist running my fingers over the soft silicone, imagining how it would feel against my sensitive skin.

Carrying the toy like a precious treasure, I made my way to my bedroom, a private sanctuary where I could fully indulge in my desires. The room was cozy and dimly lit, with soft candlelight casting a warm glow over the space. I kicked off my shoes and slipped out of my clothes, letting them fall to the floor as I reveled in the freedom of my naked body. My pale skin glowed in the candlelight, accentuating my lean, toned figure. I ran my hands through my fiery red hair, letting it cascade over my shoulders, framing my face and accentuating my bright blue eyes.

I climbed onto the bed, the soft sheets caressing my skin as I reclined against the plush pillows. I reached for a book of erotica from my bedside table, something to set the mood and ignite my imagination. Flipping through the pages, I found a steamy scene that perfectly matched my current fantasy.

As I read, my fingers trailed down my body, caressing my breasts and teasing my nipples until they hardened into taut peaks. I imagined a lover’s hands exploring my body, their touch sending waves of pleasure through me. With each stroke, my breath quickened, and my core grew wetter, anticipating the sensations to come.

Positioning the toy between my thighs, I guided the soft lips to my aching center, feeling the warm silicone press against my sensitive flesh. I spread my legs wider, granting the toy full access to my most intimate parts. With a flick of a switch, the tongue came to life, undulating and flicking against my clit with precision.

The sensation was electric. The toy’s tongue mimicked the real thing, licking and teasing my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I let out a soft moan, my head falling back into the pillows as I surrendered to the pleasure. The book forgotten in my hands, I focused solely on the sensations coursing through my body.

I rocked my hips, grinding against the toy as the tongue continued its relentless assault on my pleasure center. My fingers dug into the sheets, my body tensing as the first wave of orgasm built within me. I could feel my juices flowing, coating the toy’s lips as my body trembled on the brink of release.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

The toy’s tongue flicked faster, pushing me closer to the edge. My breath came in short gasps as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. My body arched off the bed, my back bowing as the orgasm claimed me, rippling through my core in waves of ecstasy. I cried out, my voice echoing off the bedroom walls as I came, my juices flowing freely, soaking the toy and my thighs.

But the toy didn’t let up, continuing its relentless stimulation. I was amazed at how quickly my body responded, recovering from the first climax to build towards another. I felt like a pressure valve, ready to explode with the slightest touch.

“Again,” I pleaded, my words a desperate command. “Make me come again.”

The toy obliged, its tongue working tirelessly, lapping at my sensitive clit as I writhed on the bed. My fingers tangled in my hair, pulling slightly as I sought to heighten the sensations. My body was a live wire, every touch, every sensation magnified tenfold.

The second orgasm hit me like a freight train, sending me spiraling into a vortex of pleasure. I screamed, my voice raw and unrestrained as my body convulsed, every muscle clenching and releasing in perfect harmony. My pussy clenched around the toy, milking it as if it were a real lover, desperate for every last drop of pleasure.

As the waves of ecstasy subsided, I lay there, breathless and sated. My body felt boneless, my limbs heavy as I basked in the afterglow of my intense orgasms. The toy still nestled between my thighs, its job complete for now.

I reached down to switch off the toy, my fingers trembling slightly from the aftermath of my pleasure. I placed it gently on the bedside table, knowing it would be there, ready to serve me again whenever the desire arose.

Smiling to myself, I realized that this toy had opened up a whole new world of pleasure for me. I couldn’t wait to explore further, to discover new heights of ecstasy and fulfill my deepest fantasies. For now, I lay content, my body buzzing with satisfaction, ready to drift into a well-deserved slumber, dreaming of the erotic adventures yet to come.

Little did I know, this was just the beginning of a journey that would push the boundaries of my pleasure and unlock the full potential of my sexual appetite.

Ava’s Erotic Exploration

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I had always been a bit of an adventurous soul when it came to my sexual experiences, but even I had my limits. At 54, I thought I had explored most of my desires, yet here I was, considering something entirely new.

My name is Ava, and I’m a psychologist by profession. I spend my days listening to people’s intimate problems, offering guidance and support. Little did my patients know that their therapist had a secret wild side. With my shoulder-length brown hair, hazel eyes, and a body that still turned heads, I felt confident in my sexuality. My C-cup breasts were a source of pride, and the glasses I wore only added to my allure, giving me an air of sophistication.

I had recently started seeing a man, let’s call him James. He was a charming and handsome gentleman, a few years younger than me, with an insatiable appetite for pleasure. Our relationship was purely physical, a mutual agreement to explore our desires without the complications of a deeper connection. James had a particular fetish, one that I had never encountered before, and it intrigued me. He loved to receive oral pleasure and would often speak of his previous encounters, where women would take him deep into their mouths, only for him to pull out at the last moment and release his pent-up passion all over their faces.

At first, I was taken aback by his confession. I had never let a man cum on my face before. It was a new territory for me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. But James was persistent, and there was something about his enthusiasm that excited me. He assured me that it was a thrilling experience, and the look of pleasure on a woman’s face as she was covered in his essence was something he adored.

As the weeks went by, the thought of indulging James’s fantasy began to occupy my mind more and more. I found myself imagining what it would be like to have his thick, warm load splashed across my features. I pictured his cock, hard and throbbing, as he pulled it out of my mouth, his eyes locked on mine, filled with anticipation. The idea of submitting to his desire, of giving him the ultimate pleasure, started to arouse me in ways I couldn’t ignore.

One Friday night, after a particularly intense session with a patient, I decided it was time to explore this new frontier. I called James, my voice husky with anticipation, and invited him over. He arrived at my place, a bottle of wine in hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he realized what I had in store for him.

I greeted him at the door, wearing a silk robe that barely contained my excitement. My nipples were already hard beneath the thin fabric, and I could see the bulge in his pants growing as he took in my appearance. We shared a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing, and I could taste the hint of wine on his breath.

“I think it’s time,” I whispered between kisses, my hands already roaming over his muscular body.

“Oh, Ava, I’ve been dreaming of this moment,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.

Leading him to my bedroom, I ensured the mood was set perfectly. Soft candlelight flickered, casting sensual shadows on the walls, and the faint scent of jasmine filled the air. I lay back on the bed, my robe falling open, revealing my naked body. My breasts heaved with anticipation, and my pussy was already wet, glistening with arousal.

James stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes devouring me. He slowly undressed, revealing a toned physique. His cock sprang free, thick and erect, the head glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, eager to taste him.

“Come here, James,” I purred, patting the bed beside me. “Let me show you how much I’ve been thinking about this.”

He joined me on the bed, his body warm against mine. I reached for his cock, wrapping my hand around it, feeling its heat and hardness. I stroked him slowly, teasing the sensitive tip with my thumb, as I leaned in to kiss him again. Our tongues entwined, and I could taste the saltiness of his desire as he moaned into my mouth.

Breaking the kiss, I turned my attention to his shaft, taking the head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. James groaned, his hands threading through my hair, gently guiding me as I took more of him. I savored the feel of his length sliding between my lips, the taste of him growing stronger as I deep-throated him, my throat welcoming his girth.

I was in control, and I loved the power I held over him. I sucked and teased, taking him to the edge of ecstasy and then pulling back, only to start again. His breathing became ragged, and his hips began to thrust gently, seeking release. I looked up at him through my lashes, my eyes daring him to take what he wanted.

“Ava, I’m close,” he whispered, his voice strained. “I want to give you what you’ve been craving.”

I released his cock from my mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connecting us for a moment before breaking. I smiled, my hand still stroking his length, as I said, “I want you to paint my face, James. I want to feel your cum all over me.”

With that, I leaned forward and took him back into my mouth, sucking hard, my hand pumping the base of his shaft. James’s eyes rolled back as he surrendered to the pleasure. I could feel his cock twitching, a sure sign he was about to explode.

Suddenly, he pulled out, his hand gripping the base of his shaft tightly. I looked up at him, my eyes wide with anticipation, as he positioned himself above my face. With a groan, he released his hold, and I felt the first warm spurt of his cum land on my cheek, quickly followed by another on my chin. He aimed his throbbing cock, painting my face with his essence, each pulse of his cock delivering a thick, white offering.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation. His cum was warm and sticky, covering my skin, dripping down my face, and pooling in the hollow of my throat. I could feel it sliding into my hair, and the scent of his release filled my nostrils, a primal aroma that only heightened my arousal.

James continued to decorate my face, his cock twitching as it delivered the last of his load. He then collapsed beside me, his breathing heavy, a satisfied smile on his face. I reached up, my fingers coated in his cum, and brought them to my mouth, sucking them clean, my eyes never leaving his.

“That was incredible,” he breathed, reaching out to stroke my cum-covered cheek. “I’ve never seen anything sexier.”

I giggled, the sound muffled by the cum on my face. “I think I’ve found a new favorite pastime, James. But I must say, it’s quite a mess.”

He laughed, leaning in to kiss me gently, his tongue playing with the cum on my lips. “Let me help you clean up, my beautiful Ava.”

We retreated to the bathroom, where James gently washed the cum from my face and hair, his touch tender and loving. As he dried my skin with a soft towel, I felt a sense of closeness and intimacy I hadn’t expected. Perhaps there was more to this man than just a sexual fetish.

That night, we made love passionately, our bodies entwined, exploring each other in new and exciting ways. James was attentive and gentle, ensuring my pleasure was paramount. As I lay in his arms afterward, I realized that sometimes, it’s the things we least expect that can bring us the most joy.

The next morning, I woke up to find James preparing breakfast in the kitchen, a sight that warmed my heart. As I joined him, he turned, a smile lighting up his face.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, kissing me softly. “How’s the face?”

I laughed, feeling a new sense of freedom and playfulness. “It’s clean, but I think I might just let you dirty it up again tonight.”

As we shared a playful breakfast, I knew that this was just the beginning of many more erotic adventures to come. James’s fetish had opened a new door for me, and I couldn’t wait to explore it further, one cum-covered face at a time.

A Tasting of Wine and Desire

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Kate stepped into The Tasty Tavern, a charming pub with a cozy, old-world ambiance. The warm glow of candlelit tables and the soft murmur of conversations welcomed her as she made her way to the wine tasting event. She had always been a wine enthusiast, and her curiosity about new flavors and blends had brought her here tonight. Little did she know that this evening would be a tantalizing journey of sensory delights, both in terms of wine and carnal pleasures.

As she approached the tasting area, a tall, dark-haired man caught her attention. He was in his early thirties, with a confident smile and a captivating presence. His deep blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he noticed Kate’s gaze. He was the wine expert, the one who had supplied the pub with an exquisite selection for the event. Kate felt a flutter in her stomach, a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

The wine expert, whose name was Ethan, greeted Kate warmly, his voice smooth and inviting. “Welcome to the tasting, Kate. I’m Ethan, and I’ll be your guide through this delightful journey of flavors.” His charm was undeniable, and Kate found herself drawn to his charismatic demeanor.

Ethan began by introducing the first wine, a crisp white from a local vineyard. As Kate took a sip, Ethan watched her closely, his eyes fixed on her lips as they wrapped around the glass. “Notice the subtle notes of citrus and the refreshing acidity,” he said, his voice low and sensual. “It’s a perfect wine for a hot summer day.”

Kate savored the wine, feeling the cool liquid slide down her throat, and nodded in agreement. “It’s delightful,” she said, her green eyes sparkling with pleasure. “I love how it dances on my tongue.”

Ethan smiled, his gaze intense. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Now, let’s move on to something a little more complex.” He poured a deep red wine into her glass, its rich color shimmering in the candlelight. “This one is a bold Cabernet Sauvignon, aged to perfection. It’s a wine that demands your attention.”

Kate took a sip, and the full-bodied flavor exploded on her palate. It was like a warm embrace, leaving a lingering taste of dark berries and oak. “Oh, this is incredible,” she murmured, her eyes closing momentarily to savor the experience.

Ethan leaned closer, his breath tickling her ear. “I’m glad you like it. I chose this one especially for you. I thought it would suit your refined taste.” His words sent a shiver down Kate’s spine, and she felt a warmth between her thighs that had nothing to do with the wine.

As the evening progressed, Ethan guided Kate through a variety of wines, each more exquisite than the last. They laughed and chatted, sharing stories and a growing sense of connection. Kate was captivated by Ethan’s knowledge and his ability to make her feel like the only woman in the room. His attention was intoxicating, and she found herself wanting more.

When the event finally came to an end, Kate felt a pang of disappointment. She didn’t want the night to be over, not when she was having such a wonderful time. Sensing her reluctance, Ethan stepped closer, his eyes holding a promise of something more.

“I’d love to continue this conversation somewhere more private,” he said, his voice low and suggestive. “My place is just around the corner. I have a few rare vintages I’d like to share with you, if you’re interested.”

Kate’s heart raced at the invitation. She had never been one to shy away from adventure, especially when it came to attractive younger men. “I’d love to,” she replied, her voice steady despite the excitement coursing through her veins.

They left the pub, the cool night air a refreshing change after the warmth of the crowded room. As they walked, Kate felt Ethan’s hand brush against hers, and she couldn’t help but smile. His touch was electric, and she knew that the night was about to take an even more exciting turn.

Ethan’s apartment was a short walk away, located in a trendy neighborhood. The building was modern and stylish, a contrast to the quaint pub they had just left. As they stepped into the elevator, Kate felt a tingling anticipation building within her. She was eager to see what the night had in store.

Ethan’s place was a reflection of his refined taste—clean lines, warm lighting, and a collection of wine bottles displayed like works of art. Kate’s eyes widened as she took in the elegant space, feeling a thrill at the thought of what was to come.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Ethan said, his voice deep and inviting. “I’ll just grab a couple of special bottles from my collection.”

Kate settled onto a plush sofa, her heart pounding with anticipation. She watched as Ethan moved gracefully across the room, his muscles flexing beneath his fitted shirt. He was a man who clearly took care of himself, and Kate couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have those strong hands on her body.

Ethan returned with two bottles, one white and one red, and set them on the coffee table. “Now, let’s see if I can find the perfect glass for each of these,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

As he searched for the right glasses, Kate took the opportunity to admire his physique. His broad shoulders and narrow waist were accentuated by the way his shirt clung to his body. She felt a familiar warmth between her legs, a growing desire that she knew Ethan would soon satisfy.

Ethan returned with two elegant glasses and poured the white wine first. “This one is a rare Chardonnay, aged in oak barrels. It has a unique buttery texture and a hint of vanilla.”

Kate took a sip, the wine coating her tongue with its rich, creamy flavor. “It’s amazing,” she breathed, her eyes closing in pleasure.

Ethan sat beside her, his thigh brushing against hers. “I’m glad you like it. Now, let’s see if I can make it even better.”

Before Kate could respond, Ethan leaned in and captured her lips in a searing kiss. His mouth was warm and demanding, and Kate felt a rush of desire as his tongue slid against hers. She moaned softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his dark hair.

Ethan’s kiss was insistent, his hands roaming over her body, exploring her curves. He cupped her small breasts through her dress, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples. Kate arched into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps.

Breaking the kiss, Ethan trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “You taste incredible,” he murmured, his breath hot against her sensitive skin.

Kate’s head fell back as Ethan’s lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, his tongue flicking and teasing. “Oh, Ethan,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. “Please…”

Ethan smiled against her skin, his hands sliding down to the hem of her dress. “I want to taste all of you, Kate. I want to make you feel incredible.” With that, he gently lifted her dress over her head, revealing her slender, naked body.

Kate shivered as the cool air caressed her skin, her small breasts with their rosy nipples standing proudly. Ethan’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her. “You’re breathtaking,” he said, his voice thick with admiration.

He guided Kate to the edge of the sofa, his hands gently pushing her back until she was lying down. Kate’s heart raced as she watched him kneel between her legs, his eyes fixed on her most intimate place.

“I love going down on women,” Ethan confessed, his voice husky. “And I plan on making you come over and over again.”

Kate’s breath caught in her throat as Ethan leaned forward, his warm breath tickling her sensitive folds. He parted her lips with his thumbs, exposing her glistening clit, and blew gently, sending a shiver of anticipation through her.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

With that, Ethan lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to trace her slit from bottom to top. Kate gasped, her body arching off the sofa as his tongue swirled around her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her.

Ethan was a master of his craft, his tongue firm and skilled. He lapped at her folds, teasing her clit with quick flicks before sucking it gently between his lips, sending Kate spiraling towards ecstasy. She moaned, her hands gripping the sofa cushions as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth.

“Oh, Ethan, yes!” Kate cried out, her hips bucking against his face. “Don’t stop, please!”

Ethan chuckled against her, the vibrations sending her over the edge. Kate’s body shook as she came, her juices flowing freely as Ethan lapped them up eagerly. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out her orgasm until she was left trembling and sated.

But Ethan wasn’t done yet. He wanted to take her on an even wilder ride. “I want to make you come again, Kate. This time, I want you to hold on as long as you can.”

Kate, still sensitive from her first climax, whimpered softly as Ethan began his sensual assault once more. His tongue was relentless, teasing and tormenting her clit, driving her to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to pull back and deny her release.

“Please, Ethan, let me come,” Kate begged, her voice hoarse. “I can’t take much more.”

“Not yet,” he whispered, his breath hot against her swollen folds. “I want to feel you tremble and beg for it.”

Ethan’s fingers joined his tongue, sliding into her wetness, stretching and filling her as he licked and sucked her clit. Kate’s body was a mass of sensations, her pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity.

“I… I can’t hold on much longer,” she panted, her hands gripping his hair, urging him closer.

Ethan chuckled, the sound vibrating through her. “That’s it, Kate. Come for me. Let it all out.”

With those words, he sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking wildly, and Kate’s body exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm. She cried out, her hips bucking wildly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Ethan held her through the storm of her release, his tongue and fingers never faltering, until she finally collapsed, spent and satisfied.

Kate lay on the sofa, her body tingling and her mind reeling from the intense pleasure. Ethan rose to his knees, his eyes dark with desire. “I love the taste of your pussy, Kate. I could eat you all night.”

Kate smiled, her body still buzzing with pleasure. “You’re incredible, Ethan. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

Ethan grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, the night’s still young, Kate. I have a feeling we’re just getting started.”

Kate’s heart raced at the thought of what else Ethan had in store for her. She had never felt so desired, so utterly consumed by passion. As she gazed up at him, she knew that this was just the beginning of a night that would leave her forever changed.

The Paperhanger’s Bulge

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I stood in the doorway, my eyes immediately drawn to the tall, muscular figure perched atop a ladder in my bedroom. The paperhanger, whose name I didn’t even know, was putting the final touches on the new wallpaper, his broad shoulders and strong arms moving gracefully as he smoothed out the last few wrinkles. But it wasn’t his face or his physique that caught and held my attention; it was the prominent bulge in his tight work pants.

I had noticed it earlier when he first arrived, but now, with him standing just a few feet away, the outline of his impressive package was at eye level, and it was impossible to ignore. He must have caught me staring because he smiled, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, but I couldn’t look away.

“Almost done for the day, ma’am,” he said, his voice deep and smooth like warm honey. “Just need to finish up this last bit.”

I nodded, unable to speak for a moment, my mind fixated on the bulge that seemed to strain against the fabric. He was well-endowed, that much was clear, and a part of me wondered if he was aware of the effect he was having on me. I was Ava, a 54-year-old psychologist, used to hearing my patients’ intimate problems, but this… this was something else entirely.

As if sensing my thoughts, he climbed down from the ladder, his movements cat-like and graceful. He stood before me, his height and presence filling the small space between us. Up close, I could see the defined muscles of his chest through his thin t-shirt, and his pants hung low on his hips, showcasing his powerful physique.

“Anything else I can help you with today?” he asked, his eyes holding a playful glint.

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “Well, I… um…” I trailed off, my gaze dropping to his crotch once more. I couldn’t help myself; it was like a magnet drawing my eyes downward.

“Something catch your eye?” he whispered, leaning closer. His warm breath caressed my cheek, sending shivers down my spine.

“Your… um… your package,” I blurted out, feeling bold and embarrassed all at once. “It’s… impressive.”

He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent a thrill through my body. “Why, thank you, ma’am. It’s not often I get compliments on my… equipment.”

I felt a surge of confidence, my inhibitions melting away. After all, I was a mature woman, secure in my desires. “I couldn’t help but notice,” I said, my voice steady now. “It’s… quite the sight.”

He took a step forward, invading my personal space, but I didn’t back away. Instead, I found myself reaching out, my fingers brushing against the bulge that had captivated me. He sucked in a sharp breath as my hand made contact, and I could feel the heat radiating from his groin.

“You’re not shy, are you?” he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire.

“Not when it comes to something I want,” I replied, my voice husky with need.

With that, I dropped to my knees, my fingers working quickly to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. He wore no underwear, and his thick, erect cock sprang free, bobbing slightly with its own weight. It was easily ten inches long, and the head was already glistening with pre-cum. My mouth watered at the sight.

“Fuck, you’re bold,” he groaned, his hands threading through my shoulder-length brown hair.

I looked up at him, my hazel eyes meeting his intense gaze through my glasses. “I want to taste you,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Without waiting for a response, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around the hot, pulsing flesh. He was thick and filled my mouth instantly, but I was determined to take as much of him as I could. I sucked and licked, my tongue swirling around the head, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he hissed, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take more.

I moaned around his cock, the vibrations causing him to tremble. My hands gripped his thighs, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. I sucked harder, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, my lips leaving a trail of wetness. His hands tightened in my hair, guiding my movements, but I was in control, setting the pace.

“You’re incredible,” he grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. “Suck me like you mean it.”

I needed no further encouragement. I deep-throated him, taking him all the way down until my nose was buried in the patch of dark hair at the base of his shaft. I held him there, my throat muscles flexing around his girth, and then pulled back, my lips sliding up his length.

“That’s it, you filthy slut,” he growled. “Take my cock. Show me how much you want it.”

His words only fueled my desire. I sucked and slurped, my saliva mixing with his pre-cum, making lewd, wet sounds. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading, and he responded by thrusting his hips forward, fucking my mouth with abandon. I gagged slightly, but I loved the feeling of being used, of being at his mercy.

“That’s right, take it all,” he grunted, his hands now gripping my head, holding me in place as he pounded my mouth.

I moaned and whimpered, my body trembling with the effort of taking his massive cock. I could feel his balls slapping against my chin with each thrust, and I knew he was close. I wanted him to cum, to fill my mouth with his hot seed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice hoarse.

I redoubled my efforts, sucking and stroking with my hand, my other hand cupping and massaging his heavy balls. He let out a primal roar as he exploded, his cum shooting down my throat, hitting the back of my mouth with force. I swallowed eagerly, milking his cock with my mouth and hand, not wanting to waste a single drop.

He pulled out, his cock glistening and slick with my saliva and his cum. I looked up at him, my lips and chin glistening with his release, and smiled.

“That was… incredible,” I said, my voice breathless.

He laughed, a deep, satisfied sound. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that. You’re one hell of a woman, Ava.”

I stood, my knees slightly weak, and straightened my clothes. “I’m glad I could help,” I said, my tone playful. “But I think I might need a little more ‘help’ myself.”

His eyes lit up with understanding. “Oh, I think I can arrange that,” he said, his voice full of promise.

And with that, he took my hand and led me to the bed, where we continued our passionate encounter, exploring each other’s bodies with eager hands and hungry mouths. I had never felt so alive, so desired, and I knew that this was just the beginning of a wild and unforgettable adventure.