Caught in the Act.
I rubbed them shamelessly against his chest, then his face, selfishly for my own pleasure rather than his.
“That feels so good,” I whispered before kissing down his chin, then further still until the tip of my tongue ran over one nipple, followed by its twin on the other side.
His hands gripped my head, wanting to guide me closer to his cock. But I resisted as I teased each stiffening nub with long-circulating licks, then sucked each stiff point, drawing out their full length.
“Mmmmmm…” He groaned loudly when my lips closed tightly around each black nipple.
The sensation was exquisite. His cock felt like an iron bar between two fleshy, tiny cushions.
There was something magical about how his cock responded to the stimulation of my pussy’s grip, the way that I could feel every throb and pulse through both our bodies.
The more I squeezed, the more it pulsed, and the harder he grew inside me. The pressure increased, but at the right moment, I would pull back from those delicious sensations to watch his cock, bouncing, coated with my juices, glisten in the light above us.
Then I’d slide back down again…
I glanced up at him briefly, eyes half shut, mouth open slightly, and a look of pure bliss across his dark features. As we shared this…
