Page 64 of Sexting the Pakhan

Her body takes me slowly at first, then greedily, her pussy clenching around my fingers as I fuck them into her while my mouth works her clit. She’s soaked now, dripping down my hand, slick enough that every movement sounds obscene in the quiet room.

I love it.

I want more of it. I want her everywhere.

I lift my head and watch my fingers slide into her. She tries to close her thighs, overwhelmed by the sight, and I spread them again.

“Look,” I tell her.

Her eyes are hazy. “What?”

“Look how wet your pussy is.”

Her face burns, but she looks.

The moment she sees my fingers disappearing inside her, slick with her, she makes a sound that goes straight into my blood.

“That embarrasses you?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“But you like it.”

She squeezes around my fingers. Answer enough.

I smile and lower my mouth back to her clit.

This time I don’t pull myself back. I eat her like I have all night and no intention of letting her leave my bed the same woman. My tongue circles her clit, then flicks, then sucks until her breathing breaks apart and her hips start moving in little desperate pushes against my face.

“I’m close,” she says, voice trembling. “Please. Please. Please.”

“I know.”

“It’s too much.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“It is.”

I lift my head, fingers still fucking her. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her eyes fly open. “No.”

“Then take it.”

She comes hard.

Her pussy clamps around my fingers, her thighs shaking on either side of my head, one hand flying to my hair as pleasure tears through her. She cries out, not caring who hears now, and I keep my mouth on her clit until the first wave breaks into another and she sobs my name like she hates me for making it so good.

Only when she starts pushing weakly at my forehead do I stop.

I climb up her body.

Her mouth is open. Eyes half-lidded. Shirt shoved up over her breasts now, one nipple visible above the black fabric, hard and flushed. Her legs are still spread, pussy wet and twitching from what I just did to her.

I kiss her before she can hide again. She tastes herself on my mouth and moans.

That sound takes the last piece of my control.