Page 79 of Tristano

By the time he pulls back to take a breath, my brain is mush. I feel dizzy, and my throat is raw from screaming.

“God damn, I could live between these thighs,” he pants.

I hum at him, but I can’t even focus on him. My body feels overstimulated. As if I’m going to burst at any moment if a single ounce of pleasure hits me.

Tris starts to move forward, but my hand finds his forehead, making him chuckle.

“All done?” he asks.

“I’m stuck. My thighs hurt.”

His eyes flash with concern as he pushes on me until he can slide out. Then he helps me stand, pulling me into his arms.

It’s now that I realize the man is completely naked. My mouth salivates as his dick stands proudly to greet me. I need a taste of that.

When he finally sets me down in the bedroom, I strip out of my dress. My hands go to undo the bra, but he stops me.

“It looks so great on you.” He stares at my chest as his finger caresses my cheek.

Smiling, I leave it on.

He moves for me, but I shake my head as I drop to my knees.

Then I look up at him with a smirk.

Oh yeah.

My turn.

* * *

How didI get so lucky? Seriously, I am contemplating pinching myself as I stare down at the goddess on her knees before me.

This has to be a prank. There is no way someone as amazing as her would be with me. Right?

Then she reaches forward, her eyes not leaving mine. I hiss when she touches me, my dick jerking in her grip, making her giggle.

She’s not giggling long though. No, the girl is aiming to end me.

She doesn’t go slow and see if she can handle it. She goes full force like she does everything else in her life.

She takes me from tip to root, gagging against me, on her first try. My hips involuntarily jerk forward, the feel of her throat against me is almost too much. My eyes try to fall closed, but I refuse to miss a single moment of this.

Forcing them to stay open, I watch my girl stare at me as she starts slowly bobbing on my dick. She looks like she’s waiting for my permission to go harder. As if she needs something from me.

Reaching down, I pet her head as I start talking to her.

“You’re doing so good.”

“It feels amazing.”

“Look at how pretty you look taking my cock.”

Each bit of praise I give her has her confidence building to the point that she’s swallowing me with each stroke.

I’m not going to last if she keeps this up. I know I’m not that old, but my stamina isn’t what it used to be. All these years out of the game, and I’m about to embarrass myself.

I refuse to let that happen.

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