He walks into the room. I single light hangs from ceiling, casting a soft warm glow on the woman sitting in the chair below. Her dark hair pools around her shoulders in curls. She waits for him.
He crosses the room like a formidable ship surging through rough waves, unstoppable. His hand is at the nape of her neck, grabbing the hair there, pulling her head back.
They move in sync, him leading and her following. He pulls, her leaning into it.
She closes her eyes, her face still. She waits.
She feels at first only the stubble on his cheek as he grazes her face with his. But amidst the roughage is soft lips pressed against smooth skin.
His hands run down her face, along her slender neck, down to her squared shoulders. She rolls them back as he applies pressure, pushing her against the back of the chair.
His body is close to hers so she wraps her legs around his firm thighs, eager to be close to him.
She traces the lines of his forearms up along his bicep to his shoulder and with agonizing slowness back down again. There she suddenly grasps his hands in hers and rips them off her shoulder. She stands. He is taken back her unexpected movement; he steps backward.
She slides herself up to him, a sly smile turning her pert mouth.
She grabs his face with both hands and brings it to hers, kissing him hard on the mouth. She’s asking questions and he’s stumbling for answers, but giving them.
She presses her body against his, feeling his hard cock through his pants. She slowly sways her hips side to side to rub the erection. He closes his eyes. Her hands steal their way to his crotch, grazing the treasure there, but aiming for the fly of his jeans.
She tugs at the button, all but ripping it open, and slides the zipper down.
She pauses her work and takes him by forearms, leading him to the chair. Before he sits down, she slowly pulls down his jeans and boxers to reveal his rock hard cock.
With a surprisingly gentle push, she guides him to sit down, herself kneeling before him.
She looks up at him, her large eyes framed by fringes of dark lashes, making them the dominant feature of her pretty face.
She grabs hold of the base of his cock, her delicate finders encircling it. She gently tightens her grip and watches as he shuts his eyes from the sensation.
She brings her face closer to his cock, parting her red lips slightly.
He’s watching now, unable to tear his eyes away from her slowly lowering her mouth on his cock. Her lips, her tongue, her whole mouth envelopes him with warm and wet sensations.
She relishes the feeling of his hardness sliding into her mouth. She loves the pleasure she knows she is giving him, revels in it.
With hand on either knee, she spreads his legs wider. It’s a vulnerable position and she is at the epicenter, controlling him like a puppeteer. He leans against the back of the chair, letting it all wash over him.
She has progressed from sucked on his head to sliding it towards her throat. Her lips hit where her hand holds the cock’s base, and she moved her hand and mouth in rhythm, stroking the full length of it.
He moves his hands to either side of her head. At first he moves along with her rhythm, up and down, up and down, until he begins with gentlest pressure to push her further onto his cock.
Her lips are forced against her hand so she moves it away. His once gentle touch is becoming more and more rough with each descent her head makes. Her fingers dig in to the flesh of his knees as his cock finds its way deeper towards her throat.
With much satisfaction, she feels the sensation of the head pushing into her throat. There’s almost always a moment of panic as she tries to take a breath instinctively through her nose only to find it impossible too.
She holds still for a moment, relishing the feeling and allowing herself to grow use to it. Then he begins to guide her head again.
The cock slides in and out of her throat. She fights the urge to choke on it, not wanting to give away her struggle to him.
He knows her reluctance and that just inspires him to manhandle her further.
Tears well in her eyes, but she knows she can take it. They stream down her face, but still she doesn’t give the signal to stop.
Finally, it’s he who stops the onslaught. He pulls her off of him. She gasps in air, her eyes shining as she looks up at him.
He caress her face gently as she regains her bearing. She could melt into him, but he lets her find herself again. Only then does he come in to kiss her.
He moves his arm around her, cradling her body against his. They hold still for a moment, before he swings her around to face that chair. She smiles; he bends her at the waist.
With her hands planted on the either side of the seat, she lifts her ass up to him. He smooths the rounded bulb of her with the palm of his hand. He drifts down below, where her dark hair curls between her legs, and his fingers brush the slit hidden there. Wet, of course.
Grabbing her where her waist meets her hips, he grinds himself against her, warning her of what’s to come. She moans. He slips one hand down to his cock and uses it to ease the head into her waiting pussy. It slides easily in and suddenly he is deep within her.
It doesn’t take him long before he is pumping himself into her, unable to stop himself from taking his full pleasure from her body. His fingers leave imprints in her soft skin as he pulls her closer onto him until he finally let’s himself loose into her.
He slides his cock out of her and watches his creamy cum drip out of her, each satisfied.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fdzt6e/switching_and_cumming_in_her_raw_mf_oral