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His cock was so perfect, she almost didn’t believe it was real. At least 8 inches from her estimate, veiny and so thick in her hand she couldn’t fully reach around. She’d stared at it for a good long minute when his shorts had been removed and her bra unclasped, straps slowly falling down her shoulders in the wake and then her pause. She swallowed before looking back up to him, feeling intimidated upon seeing it fully harden in her hand. She’d never been with a man that big before, or his age before, likely quite as experienced as him.
She took in a long breath and steeled herself, knowing she was damn good at giving head to her ex-boyfriend who was a more-than-healthy 6 inches, even if thinner, and she was confident she would be able to please him too. She started to scoot from the seat to get on her knees when he stopped her with his hand under her chin. He lifted her back up towards him and held her eyes, now full of lust so thick it clouded all else she could see and drew her into the storm.
“No. Not yet.” His voice sounded like a sweet command, and his kisses along her cheek felt the same. “Stay.” He murmured to her as he continued to kiss down her neck to her collarbone. “First, I want to see all of you.” He kissed down to her chest and, with one hand, slid the bra from her and exposed her round perky breasts. His eyes drank her in and made her feel like the bluest part of a flame. She felt him hum on her fleshy mounds as he kissed and pressed his hands against her, making her gasp with the rush of his direct touch. They were really doing this, and she could feel herself getting even more turned on by him, by the naughtiness, and even the idea of getting caught by her mother.
Her bra was on the floor, her skirt being pulled down with gentle tugs from his hands at her hips. She lifted her ass and the skirt and her underwear came down in one long swoosh of the fabric over her thighs down to her feet, which she then kicked aside, heels still firmly in place on her feet. She was now seated naked in front of him on the large sofa, while he, on his knees in front of her, gazed with open desire, his chest beginning to rise a little more with heavier breaths.
“Beautiful.” He said. One word in his deep timbre that made her skin immediately break into gooseflesh. She felt as much with his eyes on her like they were, and she felt her desire overtaking her. She parted her legs then, widening them and lifting one foot up slowly onto the edge of the sofa. Her pink pussy was in clear view, parted and completely bare and smooth, just as her legs. “So beautiful,” he breathed as his face fell down between her legs, offering up his final words. “You’ll have to be a good girl now, and be quiet.”
First he inhaled her scent, and she felt herself flush at it. Never has a man been so consuming of her, and it lit a kind of fire inside that she always knew had been there, but had never before been shown. Already a soft moan broke from her lips before his mouth touched down on her pussy. When he did, his lips and tongue danced at first slowly across her labia, licking all the way down to her tight hole and then all the way back up to her clit. It took everything in her not to scream out in sheer ecstasy.
Then, when her body began to squirm, his face pushed in closer and the pressure of his tongue began to heighten her pleasure even more. His tongue plunged inside her and began thrusting in and out of her with its heavy girth and length, then squirming and curling up inside and making her nearly scream. Her nails squeezing into his shoulders as she hung on in her seated position and bit her lip to abstain from making too much noise.
She came soon after, moaning perhaps a bit too loudly, unable to hold back the rush when his fingers began strumming her clit in tandem with his tongue. Her legs tried to close around his head and her whole body trembled. It looked like she was convulsing from it, moments passed in her delirium, and yet he stayed in place and continued to tease her, only removing his tongue when she tried to break away from the oversensitivity.
He kissed his way slowly out to her thighs and then back up to her stomach and then her breasts, pushing her back further as he climbed up towards her. She was still reeling from her orgasm, and his eyes looked as lustful as ever as he faced her now, breathing slightly heavier as he waited for her eyes to focus more clearly. He stood further, and brought his massive cock up to her lips, inviting her to reach forward and grab him at the base. In her breathless state, dripping with her own pleasure, she was ravenous for him.
She took him into her mouth, as much as she could on the first go, then pulled back slowly from the initial suck in and began to lick around and around, then up and down and side to side, covering every inch of him before taking him into her mouth again. Her hands worked on his shaft, cupped and played with his balls just like she was shown by her ex. Tristan waited patiently as her eagerness began to temper, and her mouth opened to him more, allowing him to start sliding his cock forward in gentle thrusts. His head tipped back now and then when he went deeper and her throat attempted to wrap around his thick tip in a pool of saliva. She gasped for breath when he finally pulled back, and a line of his pre-cum and her saliva ran down from her lips.
With a quick lick and wipe, she smiled. “Mmm-fuck, so good. Your cock tastes so fucking good,” she said with pure hunger and a hand still at his base. Her eyes lifted to his, looking for his approval.
His hand reached down and laid on her cheek. “I’m going to fuck that beautiful pussy now, but you’re going to have to stay quiet. Can you do that?”
She was more than ready for him, she just wasn’t sure she could stay quiet. Her pussy was coated and ripe, and she felt it clench at the idea of his thick cock plunging inside. She suddenly wondered if it would hurt to have someone so much bigger breach inside. Her pussy was so tight. But, she would agree to anything at this point. She wanted nothing more than to cum again all over his cock.
“Yes, yes I can be quiet.” Her face was scrunched in need, though her bright eyes still sparkled with mischief. She paused, holding his gaze and widening her own a bit more innocently, feeling the naughty need to play out their new game. “Can I call you Daddy?” She asked and bit her lip.
“Good girl,” was all he said. His responding smile alone was enough to make her shiver as he positioned himself in front of her legs spread wide.
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