I removed my fingers from his mouth and let go of his crimson cock.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed, panting and writhing, straining and trying to contain himself. He was leaking.
“Well this is a brand new discovery.” He exclaimed in an astonished tone and with labored breath. “Like.. right now. In this moment. Who knew? FUCK!”
I looked back over my shoulder and we locked eyes. And then we laughed.
I was perched on his chest, my round, muscular ass in his face. One hand stroked him while the other slipped my dripping fingers between his lips.
And we’d just discovered this exact combination was enough to make him cum instantly. I mean, I hadn’t let him. But I could have, and he was so close.
Before long, our laughter gave way to motion once again. The sway of my hips, the slow rotation of my wrist. My right hand resumed its steady rhythm, while my fingers moved back and forth between my wetness and his eager mouth.
Then I bit my lip, and a devilis gleam flashed across my eyes.
His? They widened because he knew that I knew his kryptonite. And he knew that I was going to use it against him in ways about which he’d only fantasized.
I savored every ebb and every flow, every moan and undulation. I savored every orgasm I gave myself and every second my fingers spent on his tongue. And then, finally, it was time for us both to savor something else. Something sticky and warm.
I ran my tongue across my teeth, and then I made him erupt.
