Page 9 of Octavious
His tongue has been all over my torso, teasing me to the point where I’m trying to stand on my own two feet.
Octavious yanks my leggings and thong to my knees leaving my most intimate part of my body free for him to see. He licks his lips and then looks at me with a devilish glint to his eyes.
“Fuck,” he mutters then winks.
His tongue is separating my lips of my sex and then gliding over my clit. I’m thrust into pure ecstasy.
My knees tremble causing me to worry about falling. I place my hands on his head to sturdy myself.
The tightening in my stomach and my sex is the only indicator I’m going to come. I have never been eaten out before. I have heard other people saying it is amazing and the sexiest thing ever, but Servos wasn’t the type to do it.
We never did oral. I have never given a blow job before. The fear of this being my first blow job and me being terrible is the only thing preventing me from coming.
Where do my hands go when I’m blowing him? Do they go behind his thighs? Do they go on his dick? I’m so confused.
My mind is racing trying to figure out how to do this when two fingers slide home inside of me.
I scream loudly as my orgasm is ripped through my body. My body shakes and quivers from the big wave of deliciousness that splits through me.
Octavious lets me ride through my orgasm before easing on his rhythm.
“Who knew that could feel so good?” I think to myself.
At least I thought I was thinking that to myself.
“You have the most gorgeous and little pussy,” Octavious breathes against my sensitive flesh and then gets off the floor. He begins to unbutton his shirt. He leaves it open when he gets to the last button.
My hands eagerly reach out to start undoing his belt then his pants. I reach inside of his tight Armani boxers with confidence I never knew I had. My hand grazes against something I have never experienced before.
He’s huge!
My eyes widen out of fear but Octavious laughs. “You’ll stretch.”
I’m glad he’s confident about what I can handle!
I get down to my knees, carefully as I still have my leggings around my thighs. I pull down his boxer briefs and stare at the biggest dick in the world.
I lick my lips and then lick at the top of the purple head of his cock. Octavious groans a little in the back of his throat as I lick him. This spurs me on more.
With some bravado, I grip his shaft in my hand and use that to anchor my mouth. I have never done this before but in porn, the woman bobs her head up and down. Attempting to do that, I try to be as sexy as possible.
My tongue continues to lick him and then my lips engulf him as much as I can.
Octavious grips my hair and then pulls me off of his dick. I’m on my hands and knees before I know it. I hear the tell-tale sound of a condom wrapper being open and then he’s lining himself up to me.
“Please go slow,” I beg. I didn’t want to tell him I have had only one sexual partner. He’s probably been with a bunch.
“I will, baby. Let me know if it’s too much for you.”
The head of his dick is slipping through my lips before I can ready myself. The leggings around my thighs are making me tighter than I could imagine.
Inch by inch, he feeds me his dick. My head is swimming with pleasure. I’m drunk on it.
“I’m going to go faster.”
I nod.
With his hands on my hips, he steadies me. I’m full to the brim by the time I feel his balls slapping my clit.
