Page 433 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I glanced over at Ash and she gave me a big smile.
Best maid of honor ever.
The Banana King hardly bothered to dance on his way up to our table. He wasn’t here to put on a show. He was here on a mission. To punish me.
And I wanted every second of it. I bit my lip as he stopped right in front of me.
He pulled a can of whipped cream out of his pocket and started to unzip his suit.
But before he could get that far, I snatched the can from him.
I’d been licking whipped cream off cocks all night. It was time for someone to return the favor.
I hiked up my skirt, spread my legs, and sprayed a thick glob of whipped cream right on my pussy. Then I gave the Banana King a sassy look.
Your move, big boy.
He didn’t hesitate to drop to his knees between my legs. Then he leaned forward and pressed his giant monkey mask into my tits.
No, don’t motorboat me, you big dumb monkey!Eat my pussy.
Had the whipped cream not made my desires obvious?
Oh. Oh!I felt his breath on my thighs.
Of course.He wasn’t supposed to take his mask off. So the only way he could eat my pussy was to duck under the mask.
And then I felt his tongue lick all the cream off of me.
I swear, I almost came immediately. I’d been so turned on all night I could hardly handle the sensation of his warm mouth on me. I hitched my leg over his shoulder, pulling him closer.
Just like I’d teased the guy in the Banana Race, he used the exact same technique on me. Flicking. Teasing.
I moaned.
He was a freaking pro.
But I didn’t want to wait any longer. I’d been slowly dying of horniness all night. It was sinful to be surrounded by so many beautiful cocks and to not have them all inside of me.
So I reached under his mask and ran my fingers through his buzzed hair. And then I pulled him towards me. His tongue slid inside me. And then he swirled it around.
Oh God yes.
The next five minutes were pure bliss.
Chad had eaten my pussy plenty of times, but whatever he’d done was basically the equivalent of Slavanka’s Russian nibble technique.
Teddybear, on the other hand, was great at eating pussy. But it always seemed like he was trying to please me.
This was an entirely different experience from both of those.
The Banana King didn’t give a shit about my pleasure. He was eating my pussy because he fucking loved the taste of it. I could tell. The way his tongue swirled around me. The way he lapped up my juices. It was like my pussy was the world’s ripest, most delicious peach.
He thrust his tongue even deeper, like he couldn’t get enough.
Yes!
It went against the Strippocratic oath for him to be so greedy, but I didn’t mind one bit. I wanted him to be greedy for me. Desperate for me.
