Those precious lips.
Those innocent eyes.
Those perfect teeth.
That graceful tongue.
That pretty, pretty face.
It was all part of her plan to unman me and it was all working in her favor. I shook my head, trying to scrub it of her image with my dick on her tongue or I’d lose it. Closing my eyes didn’t help. When I reopened them, she was staring up at me with spit trailing from my dick to her lips.
Her chest rose and fell dramatically. She wasted little time fitting as much of me back into her mouth as she could after taking a second to catch her breath. My toes curled when she took me into her warmth, again.
Back and forth, she bobbed her head, nearly peeling my skin with the vacuum of a fucking mouth she had. My teeth wouldbe nubs by the time she finished me off. I’d been grinding them against each other since she put her precious lips on me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, feeling the pressure of the position I was in starting to creep up on me.
Kit massaged my balls as she demolished the only meat she’d had in her mouth over the last fifteen years. If I had anything to say about it, it would be the last piece of meat she had in it, too. For the rest of both of our lives.
POP.
I ejected myself. I was near the point of no return. If I continued watching as she devoured me, I would be no good for at least another thirty minutes. I didn’t want to wait another second to have her walls surrounding me. I wanted them now.
The popping sound made me shudder. My body withered, and my shoulders caved inward. I shook off the effects of her trance and tried regaining my strength. She was sucking it right from the tip of my shit.
I lowered my mouth to meet hers. Her sweetness was still on my lips. I offered her a taste and she took the bait. Our tongues shimmied as I found her sacred tunnel. My dick pressed against it, petitioning for entry with upward thrusts that lubricated me even more with the saliva her pussy produced.
I pushed forward, ready to get lost inside of Kit. Not even the slipperiness of my tool could split her.
The first attempt failed.
So did the second.
She was sealed tight, but welcomed me on the third attempt to breach her well.
“Fohrrrrrrr–” Kit moaned as her body nearly folded in half upon impact.
I slid out of her as slowly as I’d entered. I shook my head from one side to the other, not believing the danger she carried between her legs so innocently each day.
“Listen,” I murmured, still in total disbelief. “Listen to me carefully when I tell you this, Kit.”
She waited, halting her breathing and staring up at me with a lustful haze covering her orbs.
“Um hm.”
I placed my right hand around her neck and moved closer to her face. I needed to know she was hearing every word prepared to come from me.
“You are no object, and I will never treat you like a possession, but when I tell you this pussy is mine from this moment forward, I mean it. Aight?”
She nodded.
“And, I want you to forgive me in advance because, though I know you’re far from a slut… I’m about to treat you like one.”
I reentered Kit with my hand still wrapped around her neck. This time, I slid in with ease. She’d opened for me. She’d accepted me. And, she was willing to bend and stretch in order to mold her pussy for my dick. I could appreciate her eagerness to get acquainted because mine was the last she’d ever have to adjust for.
She was celestial. The way her body moved like waves of the water was inebriating. Peering down at her fueled my fire and filled me with desires I’d never had.
Her body was a palace, royal grounds that I wanted to treat as such. But just as much, I wanted to disrespect it. Treat it like poverty-stricken territory. Graffiti her walls. Dirty her image. Leave my hose on her lawn. Gentrify her. Put rich dick all up and through her. Gut her. Liter her grounds with my semen. Spit on her surface.
