particularly grand fondness for bananas.”
Matthew reached out and stroked her hair.
“Is the lady certain she can handle such a banana?”
That devilish look, fuck him. He propped himself up against his pillows and watched her slink down his body, kissing him everywhere she went. Lynn ran the flat of her tongue along the underside of his cock and took one long suck of his head. The intensity of her suction was so powerful his hips thrust into her mouth of their own accord.
She grabbed his cock at the base and stroked him while she licked him like a lollipop, hard and long. While she twisted those perfectly plump lips around his shaft, she seduced him with her eyes, fucking him in two ways at once.
Her mouth felt just as good as her pussy.
And she wasn’t lying, she knew her way around a cock.
He gave her minimal instruction, and she took everything he said without question, sucking and pumping his shaft with her soft hands.
“You sure you can swallow?” Matthew grunted. His balls ached with the desire to blow his entire load. He wanted to cover her in it, but sending her home on the ferry covered in come seemed like a dick move.
Lynn stopped what she was doing, looked him straight in the eye, and took his entirety in her mouth. When he felt himself hit the back of her throat, he lost all control. This wasn’t just some bullshit tiddlywinks orgasm.
He felt like his body was going to completely empty out into her as he fucked her throat. Matthew grabbed the back of her head and forced her down as he thrust, listening to her gag and suck everything he had for her. She cupped his balls and squeezed, taking everything like a good little girl, until he thought his bones would liquefy and shoot out, too.
Matthew collapsed back on his bed and panted. “Fuck, Lynn. Just … fuck.”
“I told you.” She crawled up beside him, very proud of herself. “Your cock is amazing. I’ll do that any time.”
He pulled her in close and kissed her gently, tasting himself this time, mingled with the lingering taste of her own cum. It was a dizzying concoction. Between her bare tits pressed against him and the sensual way she worked her tongue, he was starting to grow hard again.
“You,” he grinned against her neck and gently bit it. “You are unbelievable. I don’t even think you’re real.”
He felt her smile widely. She curled into him and ran her hands across his chest. “Me? I’m just trying to keep up with you.”
He silenced her with kisses across her collar bone and down the narrow valley of her chest. She leaned backward, giving him her breast to lick. He loved the feel of her nipple in his mouth, the way it pebbled under his hot breath and how her whole body rolled under his control.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and spun them over so she was under him.
Starting with her lips, he worked his way back down her body, back down to the little treasure chest waiting for him between her legs. He’d always enjoyed going down on a girl because of how they writhed and twisted under his touch, but Lynn’s beautiful pussy was something he didn’t think he could ever get enough of.
Matthew had slept with more than enough girls to know each one was just a little bit different—different sizes, shapes, thicknesses, smells, and tastes. Lynn’s pussy may as well have been crafted just for him.
The delicate way her lips parted, the swell of her clit, and the way every brush of his tongue sent her moaning, made him want to do this all day, every day.
He was down to her feet, coming back up her thighs, and she was begging, pleading with him to relieve her tension. What a greedy little Juliet. He’d already made her come twice, and she couldn’t get enough. Of course she couldn’t.
No other asshole had ever pleasured her the way he did, no one ever loved on her clit, slipped fingers inside her to tickle her g-spot until she saw stars.
No one else had licked and nibbled across her ridges and valleys;
Matthew reached out and stroked her hair.
“Is the lady certain she can handle such a banana?”
That devilish look, fuck him. He propped himself up against his pillows and watched her slink down his body, kissing him everywhere she went. Lynn ran the flat of her tongue along the underside of his cock and took one long suck of his head. The intensity of her suction was so powerful his hips thrust into her mouth of their own accord.
She grabbed his cock at the base and stroked him while she licked him like a lollipop, hard and long. While she twisted those perfectly plump lips around his shaft, she seduced him with her eyes, fucking him in two ways at once.
Her mouth felt just as good as her pussy.
And she wasn’t lying, she knew her way around a cock.
He gave her minimal instruction, and she took everything he said without question, sucking and pumping his shaft with her soft hands.
“You sure you can swallow?” Matthew grunted. His balls ached with the desire to blow his entire load. He wanted to cover her in it, but sending her home on the ferry covered in come seemed like a dick move.
Lynn stopped what she was doing, looked him straight in the eye, and took his entirety in her mouth. When he felt himself hit the back of her throat, he lost all control. This wasn’t just some bullshit tiddlywinks orgasm.
He felt like his body was going to completely empty out into her as he fucked her throat. Matthew grabbed the back of her head and forced her down as he thrust, listening to her gag and suck everything he had for her. She cupped his balls and squeezed, taking everything like a good little girl, until he thought his bones would liquefy and shoot out, too.
Matthew collapsed back on his bed and panted. “Fuck, Lynn. Just … fuck.”
“I told you.” She crawled up beside him, very proud of herself. “Your cock is amazing. I’ll do that any time.”
He pulled her in close and kissed her gently, tasting himself this time, mingled with the lingering taste of her own cum. It was a dizzying concoction. Between her bare tits pressed against him and the sensual way she worked her tongue, he was starting to grow hard again.
“You,” he grinned against her neck and gently bit it. “You are unbelievable. I don’t even think you’re real.”
He felt her smile widely. She curled into him and ran her hands across his chest. “Me? I’m just trying to keep up with you.”
He silenced her with kisses across her collar bone and down the narrow valley of her chest. She leaned backward, giving him her breast to lick. He loved the feel of her nipple in his mouth, the way it pebbled under his hot breath and how her whole body rolled under his control.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and spun them over so she was under him.
Starting with her lips, he worked his way back down her body, back down to the little treasure chest waiting for him between her legs. He’d always enjoyed going down on a girl because of how they writhed and twisted under his touch, but Lynn’s beautiful pussy was something he didn’t think he could ever get enough of.
Matthew had slept with more than enough girls to know each one was just a little bit different—different sizes, shapes, thicknesses, smells, and tastes. Lynn’s pussy may as well have been crafted just for him.
The delicate way her lips parted, the swell of her clit, and the way every brush of his tongue sent her moaning, made him want to do this all day, every day.
He was down to her feet, coming back up her thighs, and she was begging, pleading with him to relieve her tension. What a greedy little Juliet. He’d already made her come twice, and she couldn’t get enough. Of course she couldn’t.
No other asshole had ever pleasured her the way he did, no one ever loved on her clit, slipped fingers inside her to tickle her g-spot until she saw stars.
No one else had licked and nibbled across her ridges and valleys;
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