Page 145 of Marcello

I paused long enough to ask, “Are you playing with yourself?”

“Yes, now DON’T STOP,” she pleaded.

I grinned and went back to fucking her with my tongue and fingers.

After three or four minutes, just as my jaw felt like it was going numb, her cries became more insistent –

Until she suddenly wailed, “Stop!”

“Why?” I asked. I had to stop tonguing her ass, but I didn’t stop stroking her G-spot.

“I’ve got to pee!”

“You don’t have to pee, you’re going to squirt.”

“What?!”

“Just keep rubbing your clit and let whatever happens, happen.”

“But – ”

“Do it,” I ordered, and lowered my head back to her ass.

“But – ”

“DO IT,” I ordered, and went back to fucking her ass.

Because my fingers were inside her, I could feel her hand rubbing frantically over her clit –

And I could hear her muffled whines build in intensity –

Until she started screaming, “ROMEO, I’M GOING TO COME!”

I kept fucking her ass and stroking her G-spot.

“ROMEO,” she wailed in near panic, “I’M GOING TO – OH FUCK – OH FUCK – ”

And suddenly hot liquid sprayed across my forearm.

I loved it.

I kept fucking her in the ass with my tongue and stroking her G-spot –

As she continued to squirt –

And her legs began to shake uncontrollably.

“OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!” she screamed.

Finally, after her shrieking reached a ragged pitch, she cried out, “STOP!”

I knew when enough was enough.

I stopped moving my hand and softly withdrew my tongue.

Her entire body trembled, and her legs shook like crazy.

After a few seconds, I slowly pulled my fingers out.