Tongue Teasing Cock Worship

The busty brunette beauty, her tits sprawled across the mattress, licked her lips with her long, serpentine tongue. The camera zoomed in on her thick, creamy breasts, the nipples erect beneath sheer lingerie as she gazed up at the massive, throbbing member before her.

She was a master of cock worship; it was her crafts, her art form. And today, she planned to paint an exquisite masterpiece with her tongue.

She began by slowly trailing the tip of her tongue up the underside of the shaft, savoring every ridge and vein. The man let out a low groan, his hands fisting in her silky tresses as she worked her magic.

Her full, sultry lips wrapped around the swollen head, suckling gently as her tongue swirled. She took him deeper, inch by throbbing inch, until he hit the back of her throat.

But she didn’t pull back. She opened wider, relaxing her throat muscles as she swallowed around him. His hips jerked, unable to hold still against the wet, hot clench of her throat.

Slowly, agonizingly, she pulled back until only the tip remained in her mouth. Then she repeated the torture all over again, over and over, edging him closer to the brink and pulling back at the last second. A sheen of sweat broke out over his chest as he gripped her hair tighter, cursing under his breath.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” he panted. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

She grinned around his cock, her eyes dancing with mischief. Then she deep throated him again, taking him to the hilt as her nose pressed against his pubic bone. She held him there, swallowing, until his body began to shudder.

Abruptly she pulled off, holding his desperate gaze as she licked a slow, deliberate path from balls to tip. She repeated the motion, her tongue fluttering over the slit to gather the pearlescent drops of pre-cum beading at his crown.

She made a show of savoring the salty-sweet essence, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss. Her free hand idly cupped her heavy breast, kneading the supple flesh as her tongue danced over his swollen flesh.

“Beg for it,” she purred, her voice a dark rumble. “Beg me to suck your cock like the filthy slut you are. Beg me to make you cum down my throat until you spill from my lips.”

“Please,” he groaned, his hips bucking erratically. “Please suck my cock, you dirty girl. I need to cum. I’m so close. Fuck!”

She hummed in satisfaction, the vibrations traveling through his shaft and making his toes curl. Then she plunged down, taking him deep once more. Her head bobbed faster, her tongue undulating against the sensitive underside.

He bucked into her mouth, chasing his release, and with a shout she let him have his way. His cock pulsed against her tongue as hot, thick spurts of cum filled her mouth.

She swallowed it down, lapping at him affectionately until he collapsed back onto the bed. Then she sat back on her heels, slowly licking her lips.

“Mmm, delicious,” she practically purred. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

He could only groan in response, spent and boneless. She grinned, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his spent cock before rolling away.

The camera panned back as she sprawled across the bed in all her nubile glory. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples still hard and straining beneath the flimsy fabric of her bra. Her skin was sticky with sweat, flushed a dusky pink.

She was the very image of debauchery. Of sin incarnate. And she had enjoyed every second.

The video ended there, leaving it to the viewer’s imagination to fill in the gaps. But one thing was certain- this wasn’t their first rodeo. They knew each other intimately, in every way possible.

And this was only the beginning. Their lust was a ravenous beast, always hungry for more. More sex, more teasing, more perversion.

It was a dangerous path they walked. But hazards be damned- they would revel in their pleasures, consequences be fucked. They had the rest of their lives to atone for their sins later.

For now, they would simply indulge. And snap a few naughty pictures for posterity.

The End