One #3
Breathing heavily, I held my breasts up, watching intently as he used his hands to feel out my boobs. His touch was gentle and soft as his fingers tenderly stroked the skin and rounded the surface of my breast in a soothing circle.
“Oh!” I bit my bottom lip when he teased the undersides of my titties, gently playing around the sensitive area of my nipples.
He had my nipples standing erect like a solidified clay sculpture within seconds.
Blood rushing arousal gripped me as the zaps of lustful bliss traveled from my nipples down to my pussy.
My yoni was so moist and soaked that I was afraid a puddle would form underneath the bathroom counter.
My thighs were stained with creamy love juice which seeped steadily the more K caressed my boobs.
With quick and teasing butterfly kisses, K covered every inch of skin on my breasts and started licking my left breast. I could feel his tongue tracing each individual ridge of my areola.
He licked, suckled and twirled his tongue there for several strokes before transferring his attention to my other nipple.
Moans of enjoyment escaped my mouth as warm, wet kisses bathed my nipples.
A little stream of milk ran down my breast and he grinned slyly.
Using his tongue, K licked the undersides of my breasts, teasing my nipples with slow, deliberate circles of his tongue over my nipples over and over again, gulping down any milk that squirted out.
He switched back and forth between them while I writhed in bliss on the counter.
With short, quick and hard lick, he had my nipples fully erect.
Tilting my head to the side, I enjoyed the sensations coursing through my body as he worked over my breasts.
I ran my fingers through his head, peeking down to watch his mouth firmly wrapped around my nipple.
His tongue was wet and hot as he eagerly started sucking.
Arching my back, I thrusted my chest forward, trying to get as close to him as I could.
A shiver of pleasure and lust ran through my body when he gently bit my areola.
“Ohh gosh,” I whimpered, feeling my pussy clenching and unclenching.
This unknown nigga had me gripping his shoulders for stability as I focused on trying to breathe.
Fresh pussy juices trickled down my thighs and rolled onto the counter.
I gasped as K sucked hard on one nipple, while tweaking the other hard one, occasionally pinching it, channeling a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure that made me ache as my stomach pivoted.
Milk spurted from my breasts into his mouth and he kept sucking greedily.
“Ohhhhh!” I writhed and tugged him closer.
K finally let my nipple slide from his mouth and dropped to his knees between my legs.
He kissed and licked my stomach, nuzzling his way downward.
Breathing heavily, I watched as he worked his mouth lower.
He stopped briefly at my navel and thrust in his tongue, before roaming to its final destination.
As if drawn by a magnet, he stared at my dripping pussy with fascination.
“Hello, beautiful,” he cooed at my yoni, cheesing like he just won a lottery. “I’m so happy to meet you. I hope you taste as good as you smell.”
He raised my legs and ducked under them, letting them rest on his shoulders.
Leaning forward, his big hands gripped my thighs and he breathed in deeply.
His breath fell on my inner thighs in short pulses, warming up my pussy and made me desperate to feel the touch of his lips, tongue and fingers.
Using his mouth, he slid inward along my thigh, kissing, biting, and sucking the flesh where his mouth landed.
He trailed his tongue up my right thigh, gathering the flesh between his teeth and pulled it away from my body before releasing it and letting it snapback.
The action sent shivers down my spine and transferred zings of electricity to the nerve endings of my pussy.
“Fuck,” I winced at the fierce pounding happening in my stomach as my pussy contracted and relaxed.
K kissed and licked the crease between my thigh and my pussy, his lips felt like I was wrapped up in warm satin.
He stopped at the mound of my yoni and licked a line down my slit.
Contently, he sucked the outer folds of my labia, nibbling and swirling his tongue in slow, measured strokes.
I writhed on the counter, huffing as his mouth drove me insane with want and need to cum violently.
“You good, baby?” K looked up at me with his face smeared with my juices and grinned.
“Better,” I breathed out, blinking to see him clearly.
“Just checking,” he chuckled.
I giggled. “Well, you know I w-” I whimpered when he placed his mouth back on my pussy. “Ohhh fuck!”
K used his tongue to lick between my inner and outer slit.
I felt his tongue munching and lapping up all the juices gushing from my pussy.
Overwhelmed with lust, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I felt tears welling up as waves of pleasure crashed through my body.
High pitched moans cascaded from my lips before ending in whimpers.
My soul took flight from my body when he slid two fingers into the slippery folds of my dripping pussy, and my thighs began to quiver.
K seemed to know just what to do, his fingertips journeyed teasingly all over and around my tingling clit.
“Hmmm!” I gripped my bottom lip between my teeth when he started sawing his fingers back and forth, rubbing them provocatively over the sensitive flesh of my clit.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered, rolling the tip of his thumb over my clit while a few of his fingers caressed me inside.
The masterful way he was able to leave me a whimpering, breathless mess made me afraid.
He was studying what made me moan, cry, and tick.
K had me pressing my head hard against the mirror as my body strummed with intense pleasure.
My head flopped side to side as bundles of delight made my body twitch and jerk as jolt after jolt of tingling pleasure-filled bliss shot to every nerve ending.
K kept me tense and at the edge of insanity, rubbing his fingers continuously over the walls and nerves of my pussy.
I could feel myself gushing and spraying his hand with warm pussy juices as I climaxed.
Biting on the knuckle of my pointer finger, I kneaded my left breast with my other hand.
When he took my clit into his mouth and started sucking, I arched against his mouth and rocked against him.
K's tongue caressed the sides and top of my clit as his fingers pushed me to a new level of aching need that made my stomach hurt and my pussy flutter.
Clamping my legs against his temples, I grabbed the back of his head and pressed his face snugly into my pussy, while bouncing up and down on his tongue.
K held on to my thighs and kept my clit in his mouth, sucking and twirling the bud at a leisure pace that rivaled the chaotic way I was humming his face.
“Ohhhhhh! Oh my gosh,” I cooed, relishing in the illicit knowledge that I was letting a nigga I met a few minutes ago stick his long thick tongue into my yoni which was yoked and attached to another man.
The words coming out of my mouth were incoherent as I rolled my hips against his face, letting his tongue and fingers tap dance on my pussy.
K grabbed me by the hips and pulled me down forcefully onto his probing tongue.
I forgot how to breathe and scream when he stiffened his tongue and sent it into me as far as he could.
The tip of his tongue was relentless as it teased, caressed, and slapped every inch of my kitty. His licks were feverish and addictive.
“Oh fuck, sooooooooooo gggooooooodddd!” I wailed, vigorously rocking my hips back and forth as I rode his handsome face.
I mewed in disappointment when he pulled his tongue away and hiccupped when his fingers took control, going to work on my clit. He slid them around, getting them wet.
“Oh fuck! Oh, K!” I groaned; my eyes closed in blissful contentment as I surrendered myself to his skillful manipulations.
K knew exactly how to work my clit. The nigga must be a musician or something, because he knew where to touch, the right amount of pressure to use, and exactly when to touch me.
He rolled my engorged clit between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a little squeeze and I was done.
Thrashing, my flesh almost fled from my bones at the zaps and tingles that accompanied his touch.
“OHHHHHH FUCCCCCKKKK!”
A tingling sensation emerged from my clit and enveloped my body, burrowing into every known and unknown nerve ending like spilled liquid.
The feeling was so intense that I felt I might collapse or die from how crazy he was flipping my pussy.
K held me in place, leaning forward to kiss my thighs.
He finger-fucked me until I was about to have a seizure.
“Good girl,” he grinned, taking pity on me as he removed his hands and rose to his feet.
Panting, I watched as he licked my juices off his fingers and gripped my jaw. He observed me silently like I was an enigma he was amazed at. He nipped my bottom lip teasingly.
“You good?” He queried.
Licking my lips, I gulped and nodded. K chuckled and shook his head.
“I need the words, Princess.”
“I’m good,” I gasped out, glancing at him through glassy eyes.
“Nice. Ready to get out of here? I need a better venue to show your body genuine appreciation,” he stated, palming my breasts with both of his hands. “A body like yours deserves to be treated better all night long. Way into the morning.”
“I have to be home in the morning.”
He smirked. “Then we better hurry. You ain't going anywhere unless I'm satisfied with how much pleasure I give you.”