Knox called me around 10 am asking how my day looked. I had a little bit of work, and then I was free in the early afternoon. He said he’d pull up at around 1 pm. I finished my work, showered, and slipped into one of my body-forming dresses.
He was on time, as usual, a real turn-on because my anxiety is not triggered and I can actually relax. He starts by pulling me up beside him, gently swaying with me as he kissed my neck, my lips, my chin. His strong hands holding me tightly on each shoulder.
I get down on my knees in front of him, enveloping his cock in my throat. He feels so good as he hardens in my mouth, feeling his girth and length really expand. A definite grower, not a show-er. He directs me to my knees in front of him on the bed. He licks a full lick from clit to asshole, then lingers at my clit again, pulling, sucking, licking. I can feel the wetness dripping down to the bed. He always eats with such enthusiasm, making me drip even more, making my heart race.
He enters me full length at once, the wetness just leaving my clit before he slams inside me. He pulls my ponytail back, yanking the upper half of my body with it. I arch my back like a cat getting scritches on their hind quarters, butt lifting in the air more and more with each slap. Back and forth he goes from licking with his mouth to fucking with his cock, filling and making me cum repeatedly.
My arms begin to go numb from his relentless bucking against me. We take a break. Smoke a joint. He quickly wants to return to our play, my head lying across his lap. I take him in slowly, licking his balls gently. I’m getting more and more horny, he has no idea. I deepthroat him, getting up on all fours, his hands exploring my pussy and ass.
He pushes me back and climbs on top, his sweaty hulk always pressing into me. Making me feel helpless, in absolutely the best way. He pumps away, deeper and deeper, my legs flying closer and closer to my head, spreading further and further apart. I squirt all over his cock, a quiet release. Moaning as I do.
He has to leave to go back to work, and as he leaves, I get a message from Axel. He has taken a vacation day and wants to come hang out. Of course I want him to come.
He’s naked before I even select the music, 50 Cent. His stiff, thick cock right in my face, as I swallow him whole. Slobbering down his balls, I take each in turn in my mouth. He moans out. I am so turned on from earlier, I really take my time, enjoying every lick, every suck. He’s enjoying it, too. He gets the full me today, I devour him with gusto, as if he’s my last meal before death.
My tongue works its way across his balls and lingers in the space just below them, desperately wanting to go further, but not knowing his feelings on the matter. Feeling so incredibly turned on. I need my mouth on him. I need to watch him squirm under my tongue’s pressure, and he doesn’t disappoint. My tongue darts in and out of the curve of his asshole. I want to taste everything there is to taste of him. I want to see his face and hear the way he moans while I do. I switch back and forth between his cock and his asshole.
I can’t get enough.
He tells me to get on all fours, so I do and I can hear the shutter of his camera flutter. He’s holding open my slit and taking pictures of me from behind. He slowly works his way into my soaking hole, me working my hips back against him and grinding in circles.
He grinds back. My pussy clamps on tightly to him and he screams out, “Yes, just like that! Just like that!”
He flips me over and fills me quickly, me cumming in seconds and squirting across our thighs. I start just giggling like mad, unable to control my own reaction. Goosebumps form on my fair flesh. He just pushes harder, making me squirt again and again and again, as he always does. Finally cumming together in a loud cry.
I just can’t get enough.
What’s something you’ve wanted so badly that “enough” stopped being an option?
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