Page 98 of Riot

She’s adorable. A queen, and I’m going to remind her just how much.

“This is…” I trail off, unable to form words. My throat thickens and it feels like I’ve swallowed cotton wool. “This is perfect,Kitten.Absolutely what I need.”

Her eyes light up. “Really? Do you mean that?”

I nod, looking down at it again. “It’s the best present I’ve ever gotten.”

“Better than the fleshlight?”

I snicker. “I brought that home with me, and yeah, better than that.”

“You brought the male masturbator home?”

“Sure, that way I can show you exactly what I did to myself the night I got it when I pictured you.”

“You already put on a pretty good show the last time,” she giggles, referring to me using my hand in front of her. “But that would be hot.”

I cut her off, hungrily pressing my mouth against hers. I’m hungry for her. I walk her back to the couch and when her legs hit the back, I shove her lightly so she lands on the soft, plush cushions.

I unbuckle my belt as her eyes go wide. “I need to be inside this pussy,Kitten.I can’t wait, not after this.”

Her lips part. “Oh.”

I unzip, shoving my jeans down as I tug on my cock. Her eyes drop to my very erect, very hard missile between my legs and she licks her lips.

I get down on my knees and push her skirt up, spreading her legs as her breathing hitches. Oh, she likes it. Well, there ain’t gonna be any spanking anytime soon, because my angel is a gift sent down from heaven, and I’ve no idea what I did to deserve her.

“First I’m gonna eat this pussy.”

“Oh,” she mewls as I press a thumb against her clit through her panties.

“Then I’m gonna shove this cock into you until you don’t even remember your own name.”

“Yes,” she hisses when I pull her panties aside and drop my gaze between her legs.

“So wet for me already.”

“I’ve been like this all day,” she confesses. “I’ve been thinking about you all day long and what we’d do when I got home.”

Home. I like that.

“Yeah?” I thumb her clit, still hanging onto my breathing otter in one hand.Fuckin’ perfect, beautiful creature that she is buying me shit. I love it.“Been thinkin’ about my cock and what I wanna do to you, babe?”

“Every second of the day.”

I grin, lowering my head as I blow on her sensitive flesh and she cries out. I lick her perfect little bud, groaning when the taste hits my mouth. Goddamn, she’s perfect. So fuckin’ perfect. I swirl my tongue over her clit and she moves her hands to my hair, her legs spreading wider. I wish I had time to undo her blouse and lap on those glorious tits. In fact… “Get your tits out,Kitten.Daddy wants to see what’s his.”

She fumbles as I lick her slit, sucking on each labia as she mewls and bucks, her fingers slipping from her blouse buttons as I watch. I’m tempted to rip the damn buttons off, but sensing this may be an expensive blouse, I keep my hands spreading her legs apart and I set the otter next to her knee on the couch.

Her lace bra comes into view as I slide my middle finger into her wet cunt. Her eyes find mine and I give her nod. “Tits out.”

She pulls the lace cups down, her giant breasts popping out as my dick grows in length just seeing the sight of them. I’m a lucky man, that’s all I can say. I move my mouth back to her pussy as she cups her tits together, squeezing them as I watch. “Play with them, babe, show me what my mouth does to you.”

“Feels so good,” she moans, plucking at her nipples. I remember my cum smeared all over them only yesterday, and the idea that I could do that all over again makes me want to start rubbing my dick between them, coming all over her face. But I know that won’t satisfy me, not right this second, anyway.

I keep fingering her, my tongue back on her clit as she groans and tries to close her legs, but I don’t let her. Getting me a fuckin’ breathing otter? This woman is gonna be up to her eyeballs in orgasms by the time I’m done. She pants, her moans getting louder, and then she’s falling over the edge as my tongue works double time, riding out her pleasure.

I move my hand down to my dick, squeezing it as I watch her glorious tits jiggling. She’s still plucking at them. I insert another finger, then move up so one knee is bent on the couch and I suck her nipple into my mouth. She holds her tits there as I suckle and get my fill, cupping her tit at my mouth so she can’t go anywhere. I need her to photograph me like this, showing me how I look when I’m sucking on them. I imagine how much bigger they’d get if she were pregnant with my kid, and I feel cum in my palm as I try not to lose it.

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