Layanna #3
“You know how much I’ve missed you, right?” Ahmir asked as I shook my head yes, just as he lowered himself to his knees to come face to face with my soaked and creamy pussy. One-on-one, Ahmir was a very slow and sensual lover, very deliberate in the pleasure he delivered.
“Leg up, Princess,” he commanded as he prepared to worship with me with his tongue.
I was in the mood to listen and be Daddy’s good girl in hopes of having my needs filled to completion, so I lifted my leg over his shoulder, resting my back against the bed, and prepared to take a trip to euphoria.
“Ssssssssss…Mir… oooo,” I managed to hiss out as his tongue licked from my clit and made its way down as he started to tongue fuck me slowly, twisting his tongue in and out…
in and out…so sensual, so deliberate, forcing me to look down at his nasty ass in awe of what his tongue was capable of doing to me.
“Don’t do all that talking, Princess, CUM, NOW,” the bass in his voice pushing me over pleasure’s cliff.
“UHHHHHHHHHH, MIRRRR,” I moaned out, squirting all over his handsome face.
Not giving me time to recover, he stood up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed his beautifully curved, thick, 8.
5 inches of pure sin deep inside my waiting walls and started to bounce me up and down, causing my breath to catch in my throat as my mouth hung open.
In…out.
“Breathe, Baby.”
In…out.
“Breathe through it, Baby.”
In…out.
“Let me hear you, my love.”
My thoughts were frozen as my body chased the bliss he was delivering to me, inch by delicious inch.
In…out.
Tears began to slip from my eyes, because how did he feel so fucking good?
In…out.
The electricity in his touch as he grabbed my throat, applying steady pressure, sent me toppling over as I managed to find my voice again and moan out, “I’M FUCKING CUMMING AHMIR,” tears continuing to cascade down my face.
Joining me in Nirvana, Ahmir stroked me harder, deeper, faster, signaling his impending topple.
I thought of sliding down his body to catch every drop, and as if he could read my thoughts, “I’m leaving every drop inside that pussy, uhhhhhhhh,” he moaned out as I felt every warm spurt he painted my walls with.
Sliding us down to the floor, we managed to get our breathing back to normal, as Ahmir looked at me and said, “I want to take you on a date. I checked our schedules and we both have a work-free weekend happening at the beginning of the month, so we’ll be spending it in New York City, and no, you don’t need to pack anything, everything will be provided for you. ”
My curiosity getting the best of me, “Where are we going in NYC?”
“You’ll see when we get there,” he chuckled as I adjusted in his lap, and felt his once flaccid pipe starting to regain its rigidity as I started to rock slowly in his lap.
“If you wake him up, you have to take him down, Princess,” he warned, not knowing I was fully up for the challenge.
Smirking I decided I was about to fuck him right where we sat as I pushed him flat on his back, squatting on him, his dick still nestled inside my sugary warm walls and fully erect as I stood on the balls of my feet, grabbed my full breasts and started moving my hips in a slow circular motion like I was hula hooping while moving up and down his shaft coated in my arousal.
My head was thrown back, and my eyes were just barely open.
“I—Ya—Yanna, baby, what the fuck?” Hearing him stammer over his words, I opened my eyes to find Ahmir fully immersed in the throes of pleasure. His face was contorted, his eyes closed, his eyebrows knitted together, his mouth ajar as he tried his hardest to breathe through it and fight back.
“What, Daddy? What’s the issue?” I asked in the most innocent voice I could muster as I reached out, grabbing his hand and wrapping it around my throat.
“Ahhhhh fuck!” He yelled out as I continued to ride him, this time wrapping both my hands around his wrist as he applied just the right pressure to my throat.
“Ooooo, Daddy, this dick feels so good inside me,” I moaned as my body started to tingle all over.
Not quite ready to cum, I slowed down my pace and slid down his dick until I reached the base, and flexed the walls of my pussy around him, and slowly came back up to the tip and flexed my walls around the head of his dick. Hearing him exhale sharply, I started talking to him through it.
Down…flex…up…flex.
“Breathe, Daddy,” I encouraged, my sultry voice just above a whisper.
Down…flex…up…flex.
“Breathe through it, handsome, I know this good pussy is taking you through it, but breathe for me,” I demanded.
Down…flex…up…flex.
“You’re right there, Papa, just let it go, so I can feel you make a mess inside these walls you call home,” I spoke in a pleading tone, sending him into an orgasmic orbit.
“FUCKKKKKK YANNA UHHHHHHH,” he screamed out, emptying everything he had inside me.
“Good boy, now fuck me through it until I squirt all over this dick,” I panted as I picked up my pace and bounced harder, feeling him hit my g-spot repeatedly as my body started to shake.
“Mirrrrr this pussy is cumming,” I moaned out.
“This pussy or MY pussy?” He inquired, fucking me from below.
“YOURSSSSSSSS,” I replied as I wet us both up.
Breathing raggedly as I slowly descended from my release, I laid on his chest while he gently rubbed my back until my breathing had returned to nearly normal. Kissing my head, we untangled ourselves as we prepared to get in the shower.
“Let me bathe you so I can name all the different techniques you’ve developed in both cardiac and thoracic surgery until we doze off,” he smiled, knowing surgery talk was the key to my nerdy heart.