Page 120 of Her Sloth

I am never going to eat anything else.

I lick her.

Suck her.

Enter her with my tongue.

Slap her ass with one hand.

Gods! That sound.

At this point, I am so turned on that I am close to coming without even touching myself.

“Ride my face,” I mumble against her pussy and guide the movement of her rolling hips over my face.

Yes.

Damn.

I need her to touch me.

“Lean back,” I tell her. “Lean back and slap my pussy.”

She leans back with one arm supporting herself, the other hand slapping my pussy through the soft fabric of my pants.

“Yes, ahrgm,” I moan out.

She rubs her pussy over my mouth, and god damnit, I can’t wait to eat her out for an entire morning. Or day.

“Slap harder,” I tell her as I open my legs further.

She slaps⁠—

And I stick out my tongue so she rubs her pussy over it.

She slaps again.

“Oh, yes,” I moan out again as the tension builds in my core.

I roll my hips harder, every bit of pain gone.

There is just her.

Her and her lust dripping onto me.

Just a little bit more⁠—

Suddenly sirens and blue and red light above us.

She freezes.

“Fuck!” I say and push her off. “Get dressed. The camera is back on; I completely forgot!”

She has her pants on as fast as possible.

Torchlight.

“Play the role with me,” I tell her as I shed some tears.