Gets Cum All Over Her Squirting Pussy

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. She sat there, this goddess in the flesh, wearing a sheer black bodysuit that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her perfect body was on full display, the fabric doing little to hide her tantalizing assets.

She turned to face the camera, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. A coy smile played on her lips as she slowly ran a hand down her side, fingertips grazing the swell of her breast.

“Like what you see?” she purred, voice like velvet. “Come and get it, big boy.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. In three strides I was on her, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her flush against me. She gasped, eyes fluttering shut as I claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. She tasted like sin and forbidden fruit, sweet and addictive.

My hands roamed her body, mapping every dip and swell, committing them to memory. I could feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric, could see the hard points of her nipples straining against the material. I wanted to tear it off, to reveal all of her to my hungry gaze.

She seemed to sense my impatience, chuckling low in her throat. “Not so fast, stud,” she teased, pulling away slightly. “I want to savor this.”

With a wicked grin, she turned, bending at the waist and bracing her hands on the bed. The angle put her perfect ass on full display, the lacy thong leaving little to the imagination. I groaned, mouth going dry at the sight.

Slowly, teasingly, she reached back, finding the edge of the thong and dragging it down her legs. I helped her, kneeling behind her as I peeled the scrap of lace over her ankles. She kicked it away, leaving her bare and exposed.

I leaned in, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the back of her thigh, working my way upwards. She shivered, goosebumps erupting over her skin at the contact. I could smell her, that intoxicating mix of arousal and vanilla, and it made my head swim.

Reaching the juncture of her thighs, I paused, taking a moment to admire the view. Her pretty pink folds glistened with her essence, the lips already swollen and slick. I couldn’t resist dipping my tongue out, flicking it over her clit and relishing her sharp gasp.

“Fuck yes,” she hissed, head falling forward as she ground back against my face. “Just like that.”

Emboldened, I delved deeper, lapping at her essence like a man starved. She was sweet, so fucking sweet, and I couldn’t get enough. I alternated between broad strokes andAround the room. And I used my and well then there will, well I was absolutely completing down her body, starting at the back of her neck. Long, slow kisses down her spine, over her ass cheeks, down the backs of her thighs.

She whimpered and writhed beneath me, hands fisting the sheets as I worked my way back up her body. I spent extra time at her breasts, licking and sucking at her nipples until they were red and shiny, peaking from my attention.

By the time I reached her neck, she was a panting, mewling mess. I nibbled at her pulse point, soothing the sting with my tongue as one hand delved between her legs.

She was dripping, the evidence of her arousal coating her inner thighs. I circled her clit with my fingers, feeling it swell under my touch. She thrust her hips forward, chasing the friction, and I obliged, rubbing faster, harder.

“Please,” she begged, voice breaking on a whine. “I need you inside me.”

Who was I to deny my lady?

I reared back, taking a moment to strip off my own clothes before settling between her thighs. Her eyes flicked down, watching as I fisted my cock, gave it a few quick strokes. I could feel her eyes on me, hot as a brand, and I knew she liked what she saw.

Positioning myself at her entrance, I pushed forward, sinking into her welcoming heat inch by delicious inch. We both groaned at the sensation, the tortuous stretch and glide of her walls around my throbbing cock.

When I was seated fully inside her, I paused, relishing the feel of her. Her body held me so tight, like a fist, and being inside her was like coming home. I knew I would never get enough of this, of her.

Slowly, I began to move, drawing my hips back until only the tip of my cock remained inside her, before slamming forward in one powerful thrust. She cried out, the sound music to my ears, and I set a brutal pace, fucking into her with long, deep strokes.

The room filled with the slap of skin on skin, our mingled moans and grunts, the creaking of the bed beneath us. I could feel her tightening around me, her body tensing as she raced towards her release.

“Let go, baby,” I crooned, one hand drifting down to circle her clit. “Come for me.”

That was all it took. With a keening cry, she fragmented beneath me, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise as she came hard. I followed her over the edge, my hips stuttering as I spilled myself deep inside her.

We collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and sated bodies. I gathered her close, pressing a kiss to her temple as we both fought to catch our breath. She snuggled into me, her body fitting perfectly against mine, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me.

“I love you,” I murmured, the words slipping out unbidden. But they felt right, true.

She lifted her head, gaze searching mine. “I love you too,” she whispered, before capturing my lips in a tender kiss.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered. Just the two of us, wrapped up in each other, completely and utterly content.

Later, I lay there listening to the sound of her breathing evening out into slumber, a smile tugging at my lips. I had a sneaking suspicion that we wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight. Not with the way she had been looking at me, like I was the only thing on her menu.

Suddenly, she rolled over to face me. “You know, if you’re still hungry, I think I have an appetizer waiting for you,” she purred, trailing a finger down my chest.

I grinned, reaching for her. “How about we make it a whole damn buffet,” I growled, pulling her on top of me.

She laughed, the sound like music to my ears. “That’s my kind of meal plan,” she conceded, straddling my hips.

And so, the night wore on, filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, the taste of her sin on my tongue, the feel of her in my arms. It was a night I knew I would never forget, a siren song of passion and pleasure that I couldn’t get enough of.