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“just like that baby.... there’s my good girl, just like that”

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Vica Kerekes

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Oh, that favourite taste

It’s no secret by now that I have a fondness for licking. I would go as far as to say that I almost enjoy it more than getting it in return. Call me old fashioned but I’m a giver rather than a receiver. And when it comes to her different flavours, there is a particular taste I love the most. It can only be achieved in a certain way.

It’s the taste of her pussy after it has been fucked hard with no holding back. This is not about nice and tender, or those romantic, slow times. No, not this time. It’s about her head slamming into the bed head. About her being reminded the following day by the bruises on her thighs of how forcefully my fingers gripped her flesh. If she’s not getting fucked with sweat flowing, muscles spasming and there being breathing issues then it won’t work. Her pussy tastes differently after it has been fucked. Not made love to. Not had sex with. Fucked!

I have to abuse her body with the sole reason of needing to make her pussy beg for mercy. To get it to the point where its escaping wetness leaves patches all over the sheets every time I throw her into a different position. I want to make her push me away with her arms while at the same time her legs are clamped around me like a vice making sure I don’t pull out. But that’s exactly what I do.

I pull out. I move back and watch her swollen, oozing pussy pulse and twitch and beg me to fill it again. Where the look on her puzzled face wonders how the hell I had the control to stop at that moment and not fuck until I explode inside her. But that’s the secret to achieving this heavenly deliciousness - the mixture of her free flowing pussy nectar and my unstoppable flow of precum - just before we reach the edge. It’s a combination of flavour that can’t be achieved any other way and it’s my fucking favourite. Combined with her spread legs and the desperate insistence in her eyes to keep fucking her, nothing comes close to the sensation of leaning down, spreading her lips and running my tongue up her desperate pussy to savour a taste only a good, hard fucking can achieve.

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Do you like to watch?

Come in and don’t talk. Take off your coat and your shoes. Slip off your top and your skirt. But leave on your underwear. Then sit on that chair with your legs slightly apart. Put your hands on the armrests and wait.

I don’t want you to move in any way. You’re not allowed to adjust or take off your bra or panties. You’re not permitted to move your hands from the armrests. No running your fingers over your smooth thighs. No pinching your firm nipples through your bra. No sliding your hand into your panties to feel your moist lips.

I don’t want you to talk at all. No dirty talk or even whispering. I don’t want to hear how watching me makes you feel. I don’t want you to give me instructions on what you want me to do or how you wish you could touch yourself. No talking, no moaning, no sounds whatsoever.

All I want you to do is sit on that chair and watch. To look at my face and see how my eyes react to my stroking. Observe my mouth and notice what my lips do when my grip gets firmer. How my tongue moves when the throbbing through my cock becomes stronger.

Keep your eyes on me. Watch how my hand moves along my hard shaft. How I cup my balls with the other one. See the precum dripping down my fingers. Look into my eyes when I lick it off them. Watch how my body starts to slowly lose control. How my grip goes from slow and loose to fast and tight. See how I slide around the chair, my hands all over my body.

I’m the object of your own, private show. Look, watch and stare at me. Discover how my body moves and what I do to myself to build the tension. How I extend and prolong. The way I keep delaying my orgasm. How I use my own escaping juices to lubricate my pulsing cock.

Then watch closely when I finally let go. See how my teeth attack my lips, how my grip squeezes even tighter. Hear me moan when I release. Watch me cover myself in my own cum. Shot after shot. Layer upon layer. Up my chest, over my belly, across my thighs. Until my hand eventually slows down and stops with my cock still throbbing in my hand and the last few drops falling to the ground.

But throughout it all, don’t move and don’t talk. You’re just here to observe. So tell me, baby, do you like to watch?

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‘‘Shhh….calm down, Iisten to my voice and feel me girl, this neck is mine, like the rest of you, calm down now, let go.’‘

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A beautiful body. Absolutely perfect.