Page 46 of Days Of Valentino

“This thing is calleda dress,” she says as she rises to her knees.

“If you say so,” I grunt. No way in hell is that tiny piece of fabrica dress. It barely covers her fucking ass. But no matter how many of 'em I destroy, she just keeps buying more.

Kyla pulls the silky material over her head before discarding it on the floor. She’s left in only a pair of panties. No bra. But I already knew that. I could see her hard fucking nipples since she took her coat off when we boarded. I waited for the plane to be in the air, because as hard as my dick was, I wasn’t going to have her not buckled in for takeoff.

Now, though, she’s at my mercy. I’m going to enjoy all this uninterrupted time with her and I’m not going to waste a second of it.

“Fuck, lose the panties,” I tell her while shoving my pants to the floor.

“You know, every time I look at you, I think I’m dreaming,” Kyla says. “You are too damn fine to be real.”

My lips tip up. “I’m the one living a dream here, babe.” I climb onto the bed, reach over, and grab Kyla by the hips. “Now, come sit that pretty little pussy on my face. I’m hungry,” I tell her.

Kyla squeals as I lift her ass and position her so her knees rest on each side of my head. Her pussy right above my mouth. Then I stare up at the great fucking view I get from this angle.

“You’re fucking delectable.” Using my fingers, I spread her pussy wide open before running my tongue through her folds. Groaning the moment her taste hits my tongue.

“Oh my… Lorenzo… shit,” she moans. Her body leans forward, her hands grab my head, and then she starts riding me. My tongue fucks her, flicking over her bud before thrusting in and out of her opening.

Kyla’s fingers pull at my hair as her hips gyrate over my face. My own hands grab her hips and tug her closer. “Fucking come for me,” I tell her.

“Shit,” she curses, seizing up as she comes all over my goddamn tongue. Kyla falls to the side. I roll over and stare down at her.

“Get comfy, babe. We’ve only just begun,” I tell her before flipping her onto her stomach and pulling on her hips until her ass is up in the air. My fingertips run over her puckered hole. “I love your ass.” I lean forward and bite down on her right cheek. “So fucking tasty,” I tell her, licking over the mark I left. My fingers slides into her hole. Just a little. Teasing her.

“Mmm,” Kyla moans as her body pushes back into my hand.

“You want me to fuck your ass, babe?” I ask her.

“I want you to fuck meperiod,” she says. “I don’t care where.”

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I continue teasing her hole.

“If you had your dick inside you, you’d be greedy for more of it too, Lorenzo. Stop playing games and give it to me already.”

“I thought you wanted to play a game with me.” I quickly pull my hand back, bring it down, and slap her pale ass. “Besides, I make the rules here, not you.”

My wife moans at the contact. She likes it a little rough. So I line my cock up with her entrance and sink all the way inside.

“Wait,” Kyla says, and I freeze.

“What’s wrong?” I check her over, looking for any sign that I’ve hurt her.

She shifts onto her knees and faces me. “I want to suck you off first.”

Someone pinch me.Because, like I said, I’m living the fucking dream here.

“He’s all yours, babe.” I grab my cock and hold it towards her.

Lowering her head, Kyla shoves my hand away and slides my cock all the way to the back of her throat. There’s no licking, no playing around. She means business, and she gets right to it.

My hands tangle in her hair, holding it out of the way so I can see her face, watch her lips wrap around my cock. The sight alone almost makes me lose my shit and come. I don’t. I’m not an asshole. I’m not coming until I’ve fucked all three holes. She said she didn’t care how we did it. Which means she’s getting it all.

“Fuck, babe, your mouth feels so fucking good,” I groan as Kyla increases her efforts. I pop her mouth off my dick, and Kyla rises up on her knees again. “I fucking love you,” I tell her, not giving her any time to respond before my lips slam down on hers. My tongue delves inside, caressing every inch I can reach.

Kyla pulls away on a pant. “Lorenzo, I need you to fuck me.”

“Hold that thought,” I tell her before I get off the bed, walk over to our bag, and pull out the bottle of lube I packed. “Rollover. Ass up. I’m fucking that ass. Then I’m going to fuck that greedy cunt of yours.”

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