Page 70 of His Hell Girl

Her mouth opens slightly as she watches me work my length up and down, her eyes following my every move.

Slowly, she removes her top, bringing her voluptuous tits into full view, her nipples tight and straining in the air.

I let out a groan at the sight, pre-cum generously oozing from the tip. I swipe my thumb over the head, using the moisture to coat my entire shaft.

"Fuck, hell girl, you're temptation personified," I rasp, watching her bring her hands up to play with her nipples.

"Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" I ask, the image already forming in my mind and making me even harder.

She blushes, slowly nodding.

"And what did you think of while you were petting your little clit?" I ask, tightening my grip at the same time as I hear her small gasp, her spine arching and thrusting her tits in the air.

"You," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. A flush spreads up her chest and to her cheeks, her tongue peeking out to lick her lips in between small whimpers.

"What was I doing?" I continue to probe, her little mews doing wonders to my cock, the bastard preening at the sounds, my balls almost drawn up in pain from being too full of cum. I have no idea what spell she's cast on me, the way my body reactsonlyto her, but I'm not complaining.

She fucking owns me!

"Fucking me," her eyes flutter closed, "fucking me like an animal," she continues, her voice becoming increasingly higher pitched and breathy. "Chasing me and taking me on all fours…like a beast," she says on a strangled moan and I can barely stave off my climax.

It seems that for all her fear about the pain, there's also a secret thrill in being chased and subdued. My dirty nun might be naughtier than I'd expected.

We might indulge in those fantasies in the future.

"Take off your panties." I issue the command without even thinking. "Let me see that pretty pussy," I say with a gruff voice.

She doesn't even hesitate, the minx. She slips her panties down her legs, positioning herself right in front of me before slowly opening her legs and letting me see the wonder nestled between.

She's wet and slick and glistening with need, and I'd like nothing better than to dive in, taste her with my tongue and have her come all over my face.

But not now.

"Slide your fingers down your tight little pussy," I order her, all the while continuing to work my cock, imagining my hand is her pussy, gripping me tightly and sucking the fucking life out of me.

Oh, but I'd gladly die.

She does as instructed, two fingers descending between her pussy lips. They are almost immediately coated in her arousal and she uses it to smear it around, making me jealous of a Goddamn finger.

"Whose pussy is that, hell girl?" I demand, wanting her words.

"Yours, only yours," she cries out, eyes closed, her fingers circling her clit.

My own movements gain speed as I can practically smell her arousal from where I'm sitting, the scent intoxicating and so fucking delicious I'm one second away from jumping on her, ready to lap at her juices.

"Are you imagining it's me touching you?" I continue to ask, enjoying the way her cheeks flush, her mouth opening and closing with each stroke of her clit.

"Yes," she whimpers, "I'm imagining it's my God touching me," she says, the words taking me by surprise and making my balls contract, my orgasm imminent.

"Fuck me, hell girl," I groan. "How can I last when you say things like that?"

I squeeze my cock, my eyes almost rolling into the back of my head at the sensation.

"My not so saintly little nun likes to play dirty," I drawl, watching her own movements quicken, her mouth parted, her breath coming in spurts.

"Come for me, Sisi, let me see that pussy come for her God," I command her, and it doesn't take long before she's moaning my name, her legs quivering as she rides her climax, her pussy gushing out juices and drenching her fingers.

Fuck!

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