Tiny Teen Swallows Every Drop Before Begging for Hot Seed Deep Inside
The moment she knelt between my spread thighs, that adorable girl locked her big hazel eyes on mine and licked her glossy lips like they were coated in sugar. Petite hands pushed my dress up over my hips, fingertips tracing wet patterns along the insides of my thighs until goosebumps erupted everywhere. She was every dirty fantasy condensed into one perfect package: soft pink tongue already poking out, ready to worship every inch of me.
Warm breath ghosted over my clit first, teasing little exhales that had me squirming. Then came the first slow drag of that slippery tongue from my entrance to my throbbing pearl, flattening wide so she could taste every salty slick fold. My back arched, fingers knotting in her silky hair. She groaned against me, the vibration sending sparks straight up my spine as she slurped and lapped like my pussy was her favorite dessert.
Her technique was ruthless: alternating rapid flicks and deep, swirling circles around my clit, occasionally dipping inside to tongue-fuck me until my thighs trembled. Each time she pulled back, a silvery strand of spit stretched from her mouth to my aching cunt, glistening in the low light like liquid sin. That eager blowjob rhythm translated perfectly between my legs, and every sloppy sound echoed off the walls, raw and shameless.
She sucked my swollen lips into her mouth one at a time, humming appreciativly as my hips rocked against her face. My moans grew louder; hers vibrated against my soaked flesh while her fingers dug bruising crescents into my ass cheeks. Every gasp, every slick noise, every filthy slurp drove me closer, and the room filled with the lewd soundtrack of oral worship.
When she finally slipped two fingers inside me, curling just right, my entire body tensed. She worked me with her hand while her mouth latched onto my clit, suction strong and relentless. Fireworks detonated behind my closed lids; my walls clenched greedily around her fingers while juices gushed out, coating her knuckles and dripping onto the sheets beneath us.
But this adorable girl wasn’t finished. Eyes gleaming with wicked hunger, she rose up, lips swollen and shiny with my arousal, and whispered, “Want to feel you come around something thicker.” She guided my shaking hand to the strap-on harness she’d secretly fastened while tasting me. The silicone shaft jutted forward, thick and veined, already dripping with the lube she’d slathered on.
She rolled me onto my back, spread my thighs wider, and pressed the fat head against my fluttering entrance. Slowly, torturously, she sank inside, stretching me open inch by inch until my breath hitched and my walls fluttered around the invasion. Once fully seated, she paused, savoring the heat clenching around silicone.
Then she moved: long, deliberate strokes that brushed my g-spot with every thrust. The room spun; my nails raked down her back, urging her deeper, harder, faster. She obliged, hips snapping in a punishing rhythm that sent wet slapping sounds echoing. Each drive pushed breathless moans from my lips and my own slick arousal dripped down my ass, pooling under me.
My second climax built rapidly, a tightening coil low in my belly. She felt it, angled her thrusts even more perfectly, grinding against my swollen clit with every plunge. When it finally hit, my back bowed, muscles spasming uncontrollably around the fake cock while a flood of cum pulsed out of me, soaking both of us. She kept thrusting through my aftershocks, riding the waves until my thighs shook uncontrollably.
Pulling out with a slick pop, she peeled off the harness, tossed it aside, and crawled up my body. Her mouth crashed against mine, sharing the musky taste of my orgasm between us. “Next time,” she panted against my lips, “you’re going to ride my face while you finger yourself, and when you come, you’ll cream all over my tongue and beg for me to fill you until you drip for days.”
