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Rafael
"I'm so proud of you," I rasped, eyes finding hers. "My strong wife."
Gently, my hands ran up her smooth legs, tightening on her knees as I lifted her legs and tossed them over my shoulders bringing her sweet pussy even closer to my mouth.
Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as the anticipation grew. The room seemed to spin, and all that mattered was the warmth of her body and the scent of her arousal enveloping me. With a reverence that overpowered my lust, I leaned in. The tip of my tongue grazed her delicate folds- swiping over her slick, wet pussy.
Her sharp inhale was barely heard over the sudden rushing of air in my ears as her sweet taste exploded on my tongue, driving me crazy. She moaned softly, her hips involuntarily bucking against my face. My hands tightened around her hips, steadying her movement.
I licked and sucked at her, tasting the heady mix of her juices and the nectar seeping from her core. Her moans grew louder, her body shaking with need. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling the slick walls of her pussy as they welcomed me.
"You're so beautiful," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. "I want you so much, my perfect little flower," I murmured, my lips brushing against her sensitive skin. Her body trembled in response, a sweet symphony of arousal and need.
I continued to explore her with my mouth, savoring every taste and texture as I delved deeper into her depths. Her moans grew louder, each one driving me further toward the edge of control. The next thing I knew I grabbed her like she weighed nothing and flipped her, so she was now straddling my head, her head face to face with my straining erection.
I immediately dove back into her pussy, releasing a deep rumble of satisfaction that seemed to vibrate her entire body. I barely gave her a moment to rest before my tongue slid into her pussy. With a loud moan, she pressed herself more fully into me, chasing her orgasm, not at all caring that she was practically sitting on my face.
"Oh, I need you deeper," she whined, her orgasm building. I hummed, licking her hungrily before sliding my tongue so deep that Yasmin pushed forward, her hands the only thing steadying her against my chest.
I buried a finger in her, while the other flicked her clit. "Yes, yes, yes!" she cried, her voice shaking with desire.
"Oh, God, yes!" she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain as her body convulsed above me. I held her tight, loving the way her body responded to my touch. When her hips finally stilled, I slowly eased my fingers from her, feeling the last remnants of her release seeping from her pussy.
I grunted as Yasmin moved so she was now in between my legs. She suddenly licked the head of my dick, my eyes widening in surprise. She did it again, her hands fisting my cock and squeezing, holding me still as she sucked me into her wet mouth. When I flipped us into this position my intention wasn't to get her to suck my dick, but I couldn't find it in me to care not when she sucked me as expertly as she did.
I moaned softly relishing the warmth of her mouth surrounding me, the wet suction as she bobbed her head with ease. Her tongue flicked against the sensitive underside of my shaft, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. She knew exactly what she was doing, because her rhythm was perfect, matching my increasing pleasure.
As I thrust deeper into her mouth, Yasmin hummed contentedly, her eyes locked on mine, her lips forming a tight O around me. Her nimble fingers continued to massage and knead the sensitive skin of my balls, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine .
"Fuck, Yasmin," I groaned, my hands tightening in her hair. "You're driving me wild."
With a mischievous grin, she pulled away momentarily, only to plunge her head back down, taking me deeper than before. Her throat loosened, allowing me to slide further into her, the sensation sending me into a frenzy. Her tongue continued to dance along my shaft, teasing and tormenting me with every stroke.
My hips bucked instinctively, thrusting into her willing mouth as she bobbed her head eagerly. Sweat glistened on her forehead, her cheeks flushed with arousal, and her eyes never left mine. I could see the sheer delight she took in pleasing me, and it was almost too much for me to bear.
Yasmin's hands moved with a newfound urgency, gripping my ass and pulling me even deeper into her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I lost control. The tension inside me grew with each thrust, each lick, each hum that reverberated around my cock.
As the pleasure intensified further, I could no longer hold back. With a guttural groan, I exploded into Yasmin's waiting mouth, her throat muscles pulsing in time with my release. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me, and I felt myself melting into the bed beneath us.
Yasmin, still humming softly, took every drop of my cum, swallowing it eagerly in a show of complete submission. Her eyes never left mine as she gently sucked me clean, the corners of her lips curling up in a satisfied smile.
"Fucking hell, you're going to be the end of me," I groaned, my hands moving to grip her waist so I could pull her up until she was straddling me.
She grinned. "It would be a nice way to go though, right?"
She leaned forward, her perfect breasts grazing my chest. My hands moved involuntarily, cupping her breasts in my palms, kneading the delicate flesh. She was soft like silk everywhere and I loved it.
"I want you to ride me," I grunted, bucking my hips so my hard dick slid through the slit of her vagina.
She looked down into my eyes, her eyes widening at the feel of my straining cock. "You've recovered quickly."
I nodded, my desire spiking even more as she rolled her hips into mine. "Yes," I hissed as she took hold of my cock. She stroked me slowly, smearing precum all over the tip of my dick.
Before I could accuse her of teasing me, she shifted above me, slowly working the length of me inside her. My mind went blank and all I could feel was the intense pleasure that came with being surrounded by her tight, wet cunt. My tip disappeared, followed by one inch and then another, until I was fully sheathed inside her.
I couldn't decide which was better, her warm mouth or her wet pussy that was gripping me tightly as she slid even further down on my length. In this moment I was even more glad to call her my wife, there was no way anyone else could feel as euphoric as she did.
Her hands found my chest, and she leaned forward sinking deeper. "You're so big, Rafe."
"Fuck!" I groaned loudly, my hands finding her hips, as I moved driving myself in and out of her.
Yasmin moaned meeting my frenzied thrusts eagerly until she was leading me into a rhythm that threatened to steal my breath away. I couldn't focus on anything but the wet, tight grip she had on me, fucking me like she was born for this.
Suddenly Yasmin sat up, moving her arms behind her to grip my calves. This was an entirely new position for us but as she rolled her hips, sliding herself up and down my aching dick, there wasn't a better feeling. "Shit, that's it flower."
The shift in position caused my tip to hit the back of her pussy over and over again. I've never felt anything like it, and I was tempted to keep her on the edge for as long as possible to prolong the feeling.
"I want you to cum inside me," Yasmin murmured, her voice sultry as it danced down my spine. I nearly came on the spot.
"You're so tight," I groaned yet again, rising to pull her to me, my lips finding the sensitive skin at her neck.
Yasmin cried out, her pussy clamping onto my cock and squeezing. Pleasure licked at my balls until I was pumping my hips eagerly, unable to help myself as lust slammed into me. My balls drew up and I came, ropes of my cum coating her walls. I grunted, thrusting roughly into her tight cunt, her hips meeting my sporadic movements as she orgasmed as well.