I drifted in and out consciousness, feeling my orgasm ravage me harder than he was. As I twitched and jerked, I felt explosive gushes wracking my pussy. His dick overstuffed my pussy, blocking my squirt.
He let me fall, trying to pull himself away. My pussy stayed clamped around his powerful cock. I continued jerking with every would-be gush. I felt my pussy getting slippery. I hoped he felt it too, and he did.
While I whimpered from my endless orgasm, he pounded me deeper. Incensed by my pussy’s power, he wanted me to submit. I felt splatters of hot juice against my thighs and stomach as he drilled the squirt out of me. Every thrust caused a geyser of squirt to erupt.
I dug my nails into his arms. He growled and slammed me harder. The harder he slammed; the harder I came. I wanted to scream so badly but couldn’t. My body was split into two, both sides begging for more. My throat felt as though he was fucking it again, preventing me from screaming.
More spit collected in my mouth, blocking my screams and air flow. The lack of oxygen combined with the intense pleasure of his power. I experienced a journey farther than any one before it. His dick continued to ravage me until I went completely numb. I couldn’t feel his dick pounding me anymore, but he was still on top of me.
I felt his lips kissing mine. His tight body pressed against mine; his dick still inside me.
“Oh my-” I moaned as he rolled me over.
He slowly pulled his cock out of me. I ached more than before; half from being horny, half from being sore. He gently kissed me while rolling me on my stomach. I pushed my face into the pillow, moaning with desire. No matter how bad he wrecked me, I wanted more.
This time, he started slowly. He kissed down my back, teasing me with his tongue. I laid my head sideways, listening to him make his way to my ass. He softly nibbled at the small of my back. He massaged my hips and thighs slowly but hard.
I felt his hot breath breathing on my pussy. His tongue flicked over my tender vulva. He pushed my ass in the air and pushed his face into my pussy. Fortunately, he was nice to my pussy. He kissed and licked my lips like he was kissing me.
He moaned into me as his tongue found my clitoris. Hidden among the swollen hills, my clitoris welcomed a gentle tongue. It surprised me how many tongue-tricks my husband had learned over the years. I never knew his tongue could move like that.
He slithered his tongue up and down like a snake. He licked and sucked every drop of juice and sensitive spot of skin he could find. I wished I could pull my blindfold off and look back at his mastery. Instead, I settled for feeling it.
He put his hands on my thighs and pulled my pussy into his mouth. He groaned as his tongue slithered inside me. It whipped and twirled, hitting all my hot spots. His tongue outperformed my fingers on my best day. I felt so many heated sensations; my mind didn’t know how to process them all.
I moaned and bit my pillow. My hips bucked against his face as I came in his mouth. My thighs shook against him, causing him to moan harder. He drank every drop of my elixir. I felt his cock throbbing, even though it wasn’t touching me.