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He's running his flat wet tongue across my lips and stroking my mouth with it. Our mouths move together. I can feel the pulse quicken between my legs. He has a firm grip on the nape of my neck. He pushes our bodies closer together. I can feel the muscles flexing in his back as I wrap my leg around him. His lips continue to wrestle with mine, he pushes himself up onto his elbow and I instinctively roll onto my back. 

"No stay where you are. Roll onto your front".

I do as I'm told. He lifts himself above me and I can feel the hard, solid mass of his cock resting on the cheeks of my buttocks. He leans over me and starts to kiss my neck and down my back. It's exquisite. It's delicious. Im making sweet, soft noises. It makes me throb. It makes me ache now, just writing about it. He repeats this action numerous times, moving up and down with his cock sliding against the smooth skin on the back of my thigh. He stops then and slowly starts to kiss and gnaw at my buttocks. I instantly curl up, tuck in my knees, give him better access, give him a better view, what does he want, what do I want, it doesn't matter what I want. He purrs at me and starts to stroke his tongue over the throbbing swollen opening of my cunt. I'm moaning and enjoying every second. He begins to lick higher, he starts to rim my puckered, flexing hole. My pleasured calls turn to little moans of embarrassment. I love it. I still hate that I love it. My red cheeked awkward acceptance of his particular peccadilloes is music to his ears. 

 I want him to fuck me so badly. When he enters my cunt it's tight and wet and hot. I clench in dramatic excitement and begin to feel an orgasm instantly. He lightly wets his fingers in his mouth and slides two into my arse. I squeak. It's sore. I push back hard and ask to touch and ask if I can come. I get the answers I want and that I'm always grateful for, and we fuck hard and I come in aching satisfaction. 

He pushes his cock into my arse then. Painful, barely slicked up. I squeak in discomfort. He thrusts hard. I beg to slow down.

"You've taken more than that" 

"I know but please, just for a second"

I gather my brain up and push back and rut with him. He increases his pace and intensity and stretches my hole. I ask if I can come again. He says I'll have to be fast. I just miss joining him as he releases into me. I'm lost, desperate and soaking. I beg to him to let me come again, by any means, by him pushing his fingers into my arse. He takes delight in stretching me and making me hurt l, and then he makes me climax again by repeatedly thrusting his fingers in and out of this tight sore hole. The second time is crashing and exhausting. My chest is tight and my breaths are ragged and uneven. I am happy, wet and happy, we clean up, drift downstairs and I slowly make him a drink.

 I get to slide his clean, tasteless cock into my mouth before we go downstairs, turgid and filled with blood and a fleeting climax. I am so happy to be on my knees in front of him, as always. I feel treated. He tells me, I've been a good girl.