Rolling the perfect blunt, backwoods to be specific, it’s my preference that they are not too stale and never contain too many stems on them. The smell of marijuana stunk so good. This weed is no ordinary street grade product, oh no. This was rapper level weed, dispensary grade, just the perfect amount of flavor to spice things up in the cool crisp night. The open window in the Airbnb provided us with the cool breeze of the night air, the moon radiating lights on the street below us. I’ve never been much of a drinker but ironically enough the model next to me was. Chiseled face and a model worthy body, her facial skin glowed purple from a mixture of face masks, skin care routines, and the purple LED lights surrounding us in the room. The lights were taped to the corners of the room providing us with it’s almost dreamy glow and the music coming through the loud obnoxious speakers added on to the aesthetic feel of the moment, life is amazing. Puff puff doesn’t apply to me, I’m self made, a boss, the realest person I can be. Could you blame me for not passing to randoms? No one fought with me as hard as I did to get where I am now. Now half way into the burning backwoods’, I finally decide to start the rotation between us.
As I passed the blunt off to the model beside me that I glanced at, we made eye contact for the time being. I can’t deny that her eyes are beautiful. A hint of hazel and brown, a unique mix I’ve never seen before. Her hair was black long but straightened all the way down to her back. Her lips glowing of gloss and lipstick reflecting ever so slightly the purple haze from lights above. She took one hit followed by another and passed the backwoods’ back, again glancing at me. Her eye’s penetrated my soul, her gaze creating a sharp but weird sensation in my chest area. Have I gone soft? It’s been long since I considered a female more than a hookup. She was different and I knew she thought the same from her body language. With a perky smirk she handed me the blunt back. Holding that same look throughout my hit, she glances at me again. Analyzing me, watching my every move, waiting for something, but what? It’s almost as if her gazes and glances put me on a leash. More of a trance. Her hand now rubbing my thigh I glance at her. She takes the backwoods’ one final time, hits it, and proceeds to put it in the ashtray sitting on the night table next to us on the bed.
Looking at her with confusion I say “I’m not done smoki-” before I could finish she further rubs her hand up my thigh towards my genitals and crawls into my lap. “I know what you want because I want the same.” She says, now in a cowgirl position. Our clothes were still on but I can feel my dick growing through my designer jeans now beginning to ache from being slightly bent. It needed out of the jeans, and more importantly it needed attention. As if a button between us clicked, I go in for a kiss and she accepts. She aggressively pushes me on my back. I’ve never been a sub but something about her actions seemed to fulfill a deep fantasy I always longed for. She rubs my dick through my pants, slowly taking off my belt for me, beginning to use her lips through my underwear. My dick began to twitch and I immediately moaned in both pleasure and amazement. She knows what I want, how I want it, when I want it. Her lips suctioning my tip as well as her tongue running up and down my shaft at a constant repetitive motion drove me insane. She sucks slowly down and up several times, and finishes the constant motion going as fast as she possibly could down and up. Down and up. Down and up… my cock now balls deep in her throat. Making sure to stop right before I climax, she quickly sucks the tip and raises her head, waiting for my cock to rejuvenate.
Just staring into my eyes with an evil smirk of joy, she understands the agony she is putting me through for several more rounds of the same repetitive process, she is eager to keep me on edge. The way her tongue rolls up and down my shaft. The way her lips rub against the tip of my cock. I knew right then and there she was a true soul snatcher, the demon I’ve been longing for in my life, the evil succubus to fill my longed for but unattended fantasies in life. My legs start to shake and I can’t hold off any longer. My legs are starting to shake intensely. I’ve never moaned and groaned the way she MADE me before. Plotting to just end it and gag her with my throbbing cock she does the work for me. Reading my mind of wants and needs, she takes one final gag and deepthroats my dick. Now uncontrollably shaking and orgasming I finally burst in her throat.
Holding her position, her face now smothered in my legs, her mouth gagging on my cock, she continually uses tongue tricks despite deepthroating me. I can’t move, I can’t think, ironically I don’t want to. I want this moment between us to last forever. After a few moments she slowly raises her head, still maintaining the grip her lips have on my cock all the way up, she takes one last lick. She proceeds to look up at my eyes. Her gaze pierces my soul. I stare back at her speechless, there’s nothing left to say because she’s said everything for me. My fantasy, oddly enough craving for more, seems to grow stronger in her.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qhe0lv/she_speaks_wonders
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