From an [ongoing novel](https://www.wattpad.com/story/329728192-little-degradations-explicit-18%2B).
I move my face to his, feel his hot breath. He puts his thick lips around my bottom one, goes from gentle to sucking to biting so smoothly that I cry out instead of moan when he gets his tongue in. The way it fills up my whole mouth makes me feel like his dick is already inside me.
I beg him to keep going, say I want him to kiss me like that through the night. But two minutes later I tell him to throw me against the outside of the mausoleum. I cry out when I smash into it, my face scraping on the stone side. I beg for his dick as I lift my skirt. He fumbles with his zipper, so I turn and yank his pants down.
I want him to cum in seconds, to be so entranced by my body and pussy that he can’t help it. And then I want to make him hard again and have him fuck me again, to cum again within minutes of the first time. Then I want to feel his dick get hard a third time in my mouth. I’ll drain him — knock him asleep.
And that’s almost exactly how it happens. We end inside the mausoleum, the catalog of tombs next to us. He’s on the cement, entirely naked. I clean up his cock. Lick, swallow. Kiss him again.
But instead of letting him sleep, I slide my purse under his head, kneel with knees straddling his face and have him eat me out while I pull on his hair to keep him awake and focused. He begs me not to stop as I move my clit across tongue and face for what feels like and might actually be twenty minutes.
As I lift my pussy for the last time, I don’t know how many times I’ve cum. His cheeks are shining in the moonlight, hair around his ears damp. And I almost have to carry him out.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/11adqav/sex_at_the_cemetery_mf30spublicroughoralmultiple