Page 78 of Freaks Of Nature
When her hands and knees hit the mattress and she crawls up to me, I almost drop my phone; my fingers are so slick.
Letting go of my aching shaft, I lie back as she straddles my lap, thighs spread wide for me. She grinds her hot pussy down on my cock, her body undulating with the rhythm of the music, making my head spin.
Her breasts bounce in the lacy black cups that match her bottoms, and my thumb keeps tapping the screen. I can’t stop. She whips her hair, dancing for me like she’s a professional at a strip club, and I have her in the back room all to myself.
Only it’s better because I’m allowed to touch.
Her eyes finally catch the blue can on my nightstand.
“Extra creamy, huh?” She gestures at the Reddi Wip I got from the fridge along with the water bottle.
“My favorite,” I note. “Since I got to pick dessert.”
A wicked twinkle flickers in her eye. “Are you sharing?”
I grin when I reach for the aerosol can, holding it up. “Knock yourself out.”
Emily bites her bottom lip, and my toes curl when her fingernails tease the waistband of my boxers, tugging them down slowly while backing up.
Enjoying the view of my insistent hard-on, she takes the can and gives it a shake. I keep my phone ready. I don’t want to miss this.
Her left hand stands me up, granting me a few lazy pumps in her firm grasp. I have to use all my self-control to hold my hips still at the feel of her touch.
With her hungry eyes studying me, she tips the can upside down and aligns the nozzle. But she stalls. Her thumb flicks the metal ring going through the hypersensitive skin below the head.
The anticipation is killing me. More blood pumps into my cock, letting me feel the thrumming pulse against her palm.
Engaging the aerosol can at last, she draws a thick, white line from the piercing across the entire tip of my dick as if to mark a path for her tongue to follow, because in the next beat, she dips and traces the line up.
Holy shit, she feels good. I clutch my phone, my eyes nearly rolling back as her tongue lolls around the head, flicking and swirling with a ravenous passion.
She draws back only to top me with whipped cream again.
Her mouth sinks down over the most sensitive part of the head, and immediately, the heat engulfs me. Her cheeks hollow. She sucks the cream off, then retreats before sliding lower along my shaft.
Ffuuuckk!Instead of taking a picture, this time I hit record. I’m going to want to play this back over and over.
With her lips forming a slick seal, her head bobs up and down, drawing me deep down her throat each time while keeping the suction.
Her hand falls into rhythm, adding to my high.
“Fuck, Em… Don’t stop… I’m so close.”
My free hand threads into her hair, clasping the back of her neck to go deeper and harder as I pick up momentum. I fuck her throat raw.
My camera is still rolling when my orgasm slices through me. My hips buck off the bed, giving a last thrust so deep she gags around me. I feel the friction at the tip.
My muscles spasm as I relent every last drop down the back of her throat before pulling out to let her swallow.
Stopping the recording, I release her neck and pick up the can.
“Open!” I tell her, readying the nozzle at her mouth. “Tongue out.”
Tipping her head back, she does.
Her throat bobs to keep up as I fill her.
“Fuck yes!” I hover over her open mouth, squeezing the can more in my grip. “You look so perfect.”
