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She was no deep throater, but I thought she could come close with time. “You’re a natural,” I praised her, “With a little more practice you’re going to excel, you ace student, you.”

She tried to talk with my dick in her throat, the perfect little minx, and I almost laughed and came at the same time.

“Use your hands around my base. That’s right. Stroke and suck. I know you swallow, but just a warning, I’m coming fast. Yes. You’re so fucking good. God, you don’t do anything half-assed, do you? Ah, fuck, marry me.”

I came against the back of her throat, and she fucking took it. When she unlatched that flawless mouth from my cock after she’d swallowed, a few more drops of cum followed her and she bent down to lick it clean.

I gasped.

“I don’t like a mess,” she spoke against my tip.

“Jesus fucking Christ, where have you been all my life?”

I pulled her back by the hair to kiss me again and really let her have it. I had her straddling me naked without even realizing it. I was touching her everywhere. I couldn’t get enough. I palmed her breasts. “Unless you have an objection, I’m going to fuck these next.”

“I thought that was a joke. You’re really going to do that? How?”

“Yes, and it’s called a titty fuck, and I’ll show you the how, obviously. It’s messy and not something we’ll do all that often, but I’m going to fuck you in absolutely any way you’ll let me until you tell me to stop.” I was saying all of this between passionate kisses and she answered the same way.

“You really aren’t capable of shutting up, are you?” she asked.

“Look who’s talking?”

I pushed her on her back and spread her legs wide. I sat back for a moment to take her in like that. Her body could have been invented by my own mind, it was so well suited to my exact specifications. And right now it was more sublime than ever in its thorough satiation.

She was so soft and sweet like this, so relaxed and quiet.

Well, quiet for about one second. “You’re hard again,” she said, sounding surprised.

“Getting there in a hurry, cupcake. How else did you think I was going to fuck your tits? With my personality?”

“It’s big enough,” she muttered.

“Was that a compliment or an insult? Your words and your tone were telling different stories.”

“Does it matter?”

She didn’t say anything after that because I was kissing her again. I held myself up on my elbows and had her mouth until she was mindless again. I moved down her body and showed her once more what else my unstoppably busy mouth was good for. I added fingers and tipped her over the edge again.

By then I was near mindless myself. I climbed up her body, stopped when my dick was at her cunt to rub against her sopping wetness. It took all I had not to push inside. Instead I lubricated myself, watching my dick rub against her cunt, slack-jawed, and kept moving up.

I straddled her ribcage, grabbing handfuls of her magnificent tits and pushing my randy cock between them.

“Don’t talk to them while you do this,” she warned.

It may as well have been a dare.

She was trying her best to crane her head down to watch what I was doing, and it was adorable. Not so adorable that I didn’t try to push into her mouth at the end of every stroke. She’d just situated herself so perfectly for a double feature.

I gave a stirring pep talk to Mayhem and Mischief as I humped her chest, praised them both as I pumped harder and faster.

I called out their names, not hers, when I came.

She was cursing me. I was trying not to laugh.

“It’s so messy,” she said, staring down at her sticky breasts. She sounded more fascinated than concerned.

“No, it’s not,” I said, waited for her to look up at me with a question in her eyes, then started to rub the cum all over her, coating her with it. “Now, that’s messy.”