And He FUCKING Loved It — Numero Dos

She shoved him back onto the sofa, her eyes locked onto his as she climbed over him, pushing his chest down before trailing her fingers down to his belt. “Take them off,” she ordered, stepping back just enough to watch.

His hands moved fast, unbuckling, shoving his pants down until his cock was exposed — thick, hard, waiting.

She smirked, lowering to her knees between his legs, dragging her nails along his thighs just enough to make him twitch. “Look at you,” she murmured, wrapping a hand around his length, stroking him slow at first, teasing. “So ready. So easy.”

And then she took him into her mouth.

No hesitation.

She sucked him deep, working his cock like she wanted to own him from the inside out. Her tongue flicked over the head before she sank back down, taking him to the base, her throat swallowing around him as his hands curled into fists at his sides.

His body jerked, breath ragged. She could feel his pulse in her mouth, his cock thickening, throbbing, his whole body reacting to her. His head tipped back, eyes rolling shut as she sucked harder, deeper, her lips sliding up and down his length in a relentless rhythm.

She felt his hips buck, desperate for more, but she wasn’t letting him have control. She pulled off with a wet pop, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

Then she reached behind her neck, tugging her top off, letting her big, full tits spill free. Her nipples were already hard, flushed, aching to be touched.

She grabbed the bottle of oil from the table, flipping the cap with her teeth before pouring it straight down her chest.The slick heat coated her skin, rolling between her breasts as she cupped them, massaging the oil in before pressing them around his cock.

His breath stuttered. “Fuck.”

She smirked, tightening her grip, sliding her tits up and down his shaft, squeezing just right, rolling her nipples against him as she leaned in and took him into her mouth at the same time.

The perfect, overwhelming combination.

His fingers tangled in her hair, but she pulled away, warning him with a single look. He wasn’t in charge here.

She let him throb between her tits for a moment longer before pulling back, standing over him. Her hands slid down her stomach, slow, teasing, before hooking into the thin straps of her g-string.

She peeled it off, tossing it aside, leaving herself completely bare.

His eyes locked onto her pussy — smooth, soft, wet, waiting. She ran a single finger along her slit, spreading herself just to show him how ready she was.

Then she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear.

“Deep into trance now,” she whispered, voice dripping with control.

He shuddered. His body tensed, then relaxed all at once, sinking deeper into the sofa. His pupils blew wide, his breath hitching. She smirked, watching the hypnotic state pull him in, his cock twitching, his body hyper-aware.

She owned him now.

She lowered herself, her mouth back on his cock, sucking harder, faster, her lips working him while her tits rubbed against his thighs, slick and hot. She knew how to push him, how to make him dizzy with sensation, how to make him shake with the need to explode.

And then, she straddled him.

She slid down, guiding his cock inside her inch by inch, slow, deep, stretching herself around him. Her nails dug into his chest, her hips rolling as she set the rhythm, grinding against him, using him, fucking him at her pace.

His breath came in short gasps, his body trembling beneath her.

She leaned down again, lips brushing against his ear.

“You can’t come.”

His whole body went rigid.

She smirked, rolling her hips harder, tightening around him. His muscles flexed beneath her, his cock throbbing, pulsing, but he couldn’t finish.

She had locked him in.

“You’re going to hold it for me,” she whispered, “until I say the magic word.”

He groaned, his hands gripping her waist, desperate, tortured. She felt the tension, the struggle in his body as he fought against his own release, every thrust sending him closer, but still unable to let go.

She rode him until he was right at the edge, until his entire body shook beneath her — until his breath was ragged, his jaw clenched, his hands twitching against her thighs.

And then she stopped.

She slid off his cock, leaving him throbbing, desperate, so painfully close.

He barely had time to protest before she grabbed his hair and shoved his face between her legs.

“Lick.”

His hands gripped her ass as he devoured her, sucking her clit into his mouth, tongue flicking, pressing inside her, his whole body shaking with need. But he wasn’t getting his release — not yet.

Not until she decided.

She rode his mouth the way she rode his cock — grinding, rolling, using him until she moaned, thighs tightening, the orgasm rolling through her like fire. She gasped, hips jerking, pulling his hair harder as she finished all over his tongue.

And then — **before he could catch his breath — **she dropped to her knees.

Her lips wrapped around his cock again, sucking him in deep, her throat taking him all the way, her hands working what she couldn’t swallow. His groan turned into a desperate, shaking moan, his whole body tensing.

“Please,” he begged.

She smirked. “Not yet.”

She kept going — faster, wetter, sucking, stroking, squeezing — until he was so far gone, so utterly hers, that he could barely hold himself together.

She looked up, locked eyes with him, and whispered the magic word.

He exploded.

His body jerked, his breath breaking apart, his cock pulsing as he came hard into her mouth, into her throat, into her waiting, eager hands.

And when he was spent, she swallowed, smirked, and kissed him deep, letting him taste everything.