was added to his dazed attention. “I love that I’m your first. If you knew how you look—so willing but innocent too. You’re more than I ever imagined possible.”
“Should I remain innocent? Or are you going to help me here?” The line came from one of her favorite movies, though the subject had been about committing a robbery instead of immoral sex deeds.
Yorso laughed breathlessly. He stood up straight, his hands covering hers. “Hold me tighter. Now do this.” He had her stroke his lengths up and down, and he groaned. His hips rocked, feeding the burning flesh into her fists. “That’s good. Very good.”
“You have—is that the seed?” Tina watched the tip of his primary. A pearlescent drop had formed there.
“Pre-cum. It has some seed in it. I’d love it if you tasted it.”
She leaned forward, eager to comply. Her pussy spasmed as she lapped the drop. Its flavor was similar to his lubrication, but muskier. A little salty.
His palm pushed against the back of her head. “Open up, lover. Suck my cock.”
When Yorso’s flesh filled her mouth, his smaller phallus sliding under her chin, desire stabbed deep into her cunt. The sheer decadence of the act was exhilarating. It became more so when his hips swayed, feeding her more, rhythmically pressing her head so that he slid to the back of her tongue, retreated, and pushed in again.
He was fucking her mouth, the way he did her pussy and ass. The excitement made her faint, especially when she tasted more pre-cum. She stroked the underside of his driving shaft with her tongue, thinking it might please him. She was rewarded with another spurt of his seed.
“That’s perfect,” Yorso gasped. “I bet I know what my girl wants. Raise your arms.”
She did so, and he clasped her wrists in his big hand. He pressed them against his chest, imprisoning them. He gripped her hair in his fist, holding her tight. Making her helpless. Her insides churned, grew heavy with eagerness. Yes. She did want this.
His hips swung faster, fucking her with greater demand. Reaching further in, towards her throat. Tina swallowed instinctively, taking him deeper. He groaned, and the exciting taste of him increased.
“I have to stop.” He released her and tried to step back.
Tina clung like a burr, bobbing against him furiously, sucking down as much of him as she could without gagging.
“Wait. Wait. I’m going to come,” Yorso yelped, using her hair to tug her off.
“I want to taste you. Swallow you. Let me.” She strained against his grip.
“Shit. Oh shit. Are you sure?”
The question was for form’s sake only. He’d already released her, and she seized him once more, voraciously sucking, demanding he surrender.
He did with a shout. His cocks jerked, and his passion flooded Tina’s mouth in thick spurts. She swallowed the hot spend, moaning the whole while. He tasted incredible.
“Ancestors, yes. Swallow that cum. Do it.” He pumped a river down her throat.
Her pussy clenched. Yorso’s bliss transferred straight to her sex, though she didn’t climax. She ached to, but the moment was all about his gratification. She reveled in his release, that she was the reason for it.
He stood over her, shuddering as she sucked hard, drawing out the last pulses. When it was over, she licked him slowly, adoringly. She couldn’t wait to do the same to Tukui and Osopa, to discover if they tasted different. And she wanted all three fucking her at once. Her cunt flexed with demand at the fantasy.
Yorso took a minute to collect himself. Once his breathing slowed and coherence returned to his gaze, he switched off the shower, stooped, and picked her up.
Both were dripping, but he tossed her onto the bed with no regard for wet covers or pillows. He was on her in an instant, feasting on her pussy, his arms locked around her spread thighs to keep her in place for his attentions.
Aroused from what they’d done in the shower, Tina thrashed and kicked as voluptuous rapture infused her. Yorso’s tongue stabbed into her, the coarse surface of it applying mind-stealing friction. Then he sucked her clit, and her world ignited. She shot right to the brink of orgasm.
She didn’t go over. Once again, she balanced on the razor’s edge, ready to tip into ecstasy but unable to do so. She grabbed Yorso’s shaggy black hair and tugged.
“Tell me I can come!”
He released her with a quizzical smile. “Do you need permission?”