She was sitting under the blanket's warmth, her fingers hastily typing on the keyboard. He was working in another room, door open, table beside it facing her, from where he could look at her easily.
He had been trying to focus on the large screen but was failing miserably. His eyes would return to her, her beautiful eyes, her legs slightly uncovered, and her breasts peeking out of her small blouse.
She was so concentrated that she did not notice his eyes. He kept on stealing glances, his hand on his crotch, his teeth digging into his lips, and his chest puffing.
Suddenly, he stood up. He just could not stare at her any longer.
He gulped, his feet quiet, and lifted the end of the blanket, slipping under it from the edge of the bed.
Her fingers stopped, her eyebrows curled, her eyes observing him. 'What is he doing?'
He wriggled in between her legs, not realizing that he had failed. He wanted to go unnoticed, but how could he even think that?
She snickered, discarding the laptop aside, and lifted the blanket. "What are you doing?"
His eyes widened, his face near her thighs. With his cheeks blushing, he yanked the blanket from her hands and covered his cheeks, refusing to look at her.
"What are you doing?" She repeated, tilting her head. He looked further away, his eyes fluttering, and slithered under the blanket, parting her thighs wider.
"Don't worry about me. Continue working!" He boomed and pressed his tender lips onto her right thigh.
"What? What are you—?" She jostled and questioned, lifting the blanket. "What are you doing?"
"Don't mind me, mistress. Please, continue working!" He whined, his hair ruffled, his eyes dazed, his lips slithering upon her thigh like a snail.
"What do you —" She was on the edge of finishing her question, when he pressed his lips against her pussy through her shorts, kissing deeply.
A gasp escaped her lips, shivers running down her spine. She was not expecting that at all.
He kissed again, soft and gentle, whimpering and sniffing, his fingers squeezing her thighs.
"Mmm, so this is what you want." She moaned, closing her eyes, resting on the headboard, her neck craning and her fingers releasing the blanket. Work had been too tiresome for her to deny his need.
"Hmm." He hummed, lightly nodding inside the blanket, and closed his eyes, beginning to lick her pussy through her shorts.
She could feel his long and passionate tongue even through her shorts, grazing up and down in between her pussy lips.
Her cunt twitched and drowned in her juices, her lips humming a sweet melody. His tongue was spasming her whole body with goosebumps.
Her noises hardened his throbbing dick and he grasped the waist of her shorts, sucking her wetness through the rougheness.
"Haven't you been so naughty lately?" She breathed, her genitals twitching. She could feel his greed. He was indeed needy.
"I have." He muffled like he was crying and yanked her shorts down to her knees, quickly sniffing the honey dripping in between her legs.
Even her scent was driving him insane, his dick shuddering, pressed against the mattress.
She chuckled softly, and plamed the back of his head through the blanket, her fingers stiffning, while he blew warmth into her cunt, making her throat harmonize to the sensation entering her veins.
Then he gave her wet pouch a sticky lick, licking his lips clean as if honey had seeped into his throat.
A sizzle ran down her spine, the center of her stomach tightening, with her cunt producing more saliva.
His sticky tongue continued cleaning the dripping honey, his lips plump with the balm from her cunt.
"Mmm." She whined and yanked the blanket from his covered head, her eyes falling onto his soaking and long tongue. He looked like a hungry animal, drinking from the pool of sweetness.
He looked at her and tightened his grasp on her thighs, and gave her oozing cunt another lick, making her moan.
"What a hungry slut you are!" She smirked, her throat cracking. "You like that, don't you?"
He nodded, whining, and paced her tongue, his jaw racing.
Her moans rose to the ceiling, her chest, up and down. She clutched his hair, her stomach tightening with the sparkles his tongue was leaving behind.
"Mmmm." He purred, sucking her clit, watching her close her eyes, open her mouth wide, and arch her back against the headboard. Her body was dancing to his tongue, her free hand wringing her breasts.
He began rubbing his dick onto the mattress, his hips slow and gentle. He continued sucking and licking her clit, and pinned her quivering thighs onto the mattress, his eyes darkening.
"Oh, god!" She growled and yanked his mouth away from her cunt, panting.
"What are you trying to do?" She didn't want the pleasure to end so soon.
"I'm trying to make you cum," He grumbled, her juices seeping down his lower lip. He slurped it, wiped his mouth with trembling fingers, and went right back in.
But she stopped him, yanking his hair, and pushed him down onto the mattress.
Breathing with her tired lungs, she sat upon his thighs, her eyes meeting his bewildered eyes. "Mistress, are you going to ride me?" His hands wringing her thighs, his cock bulging.
She grasped his cock through his pants, sending jolts down his body, and watched it fill both of her hands. 'It's a miracle how I consume this monster.'
He smirked, biting his lips. "You are going to take that monster in, right?" He was aware of her thoughts.
She shushed him with a slap across his cheek and questioned. "Is that how you say it?"
He bit his lips harder, gazing at the floor, caressing his aching cheek, and spoke, "Could you ride it, mistress? Please!" Silence. He hesitantly looked at her. "I will fill you up. Nice and tight. I will cum inside you and fuck you until you stop thinking about your work and only think about me."
She slapped him again, watching him groan, clench his jaw, and caress his cheek.
"Please, mistress!" He whined, arching his back, and dug his nails into her thighs, his eyes begging. "Ride my cock!"
She smirked, her stomach riling. His words were delicious to her ears.
She immediately removed his shorts and positioned his leaking cock against her cunt, not at all surprised by the size. She had grown accustomed to his thick and meaty cock.
"Yes, yes, yes!" He puckered his lips, lust dripping down, and watched her fingers tease the tip of his cock against her dripping cunt. "Oh please, sit on it. Push it in. Please!" He begged.
Her heart throbbed each time he begged. Gradually, she sat on his cock, taking it in inch by inch, sobbing.
"Oh god, mistress! Fuck!" He cursed, her pussy thawing and tight around his cock. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet! I wish you'd let me suck it, mistress!"
"Agh, you're such a slut!" She growled, taking in the last inch of his hard cock sitting on his groin.
"Yes, mistress, I am! Please slut me out!" He licked his lip with a dirty smile. His dick tightly crunched inside her pussy. She grumbled, grasping his neck, and began riding his cock lazily. He was just too big to ride him at a faster pace.
She gawked through his eyes and shoved her thumb into his mouth, her skin jittering. He grasped her waist and her wrist and nibbled on her thumb, sucking and licking it like candy.
"Fuck!" She hissed. His lips were sucking her thumb, his tongue licking it. It looked as if he was jerking a cock with his mouth. 'He would look so good with a mouth full of big cock.
She groaned, riding his cock. His dick was sliding in and out, rubbing all her sweet spots. "What has gotten into you?" She moaned, tightening her grasp on his neck.
"Nothing, mistress!" He whined, his nails digging into her waist. "I just want you to fuck me all the time."
She smirked, her lips inching close to his. "You never act out, but you did today. Where did you get that courage from?"
He lifted his head, his lips awaiting hers, "I just couldn't hold it back today, mistress! I need you so bad!"
"Slut!" She slapped him and paced her hips, inclining back. His eyes quivered, his lips left dry.
He wailed, his head falling back on the mattress, "Mistress, you're going too fast. I want it to last long."
She slapped him, removed her grasp from his neck and clutched his jaw, her clit trembling. "I don't have much time, you slut!"
"Aghh." He whined, his eyes rolling back. Her cunt was getting tighter. "You said - you said you wanted it to last long."
"It will last long." She moaned and kissed him, her hips slapping against his thighs faster and louder, their skin sticky with sweat.
He kissed her lips and her tongue, moaning in her mouth and welcoming her tongue inside. She sucked onto his tongue, biting and licking his lips.
Her thighs began quivering closer to orgasm. Suddenly, the tip of his dick grazed her sweet spot. She continued bouncing upon his cock, his dick hitting her sweet spot again and again.
She growled, her eyes rolled, facing the celing, and her stomach tightened, her cunt squeezing the tip of his cock.
"Mistress!" He growled. He knew he had hit her spot.
She opened her eyes and slapped him again. "Cum!" He whined, and orgasmed with her, spurting all his juices inside her leaking cunt.
Growls of different notes continued escaping their lips, their bodies releasing all the tension with each drop of cum.
Then her body plopped upon his chest, his body quivering beneath her.
"God!" He breathed out.
"Fuck!" She grumbled and caressed his chest. "Good boy!"
Later she returned to her work, complementing his tongue, licking his own juices from her cunt, his body spread in between her legs, under her blanket.
END OF THE SMUT
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