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My tongue poked out, licking the drop of precum on his flared head before circling the crown three times. I gripped the back of his cock and then trailed the line from his sac to the weeping slit at the tip of his length, dipping my tongue into the ridge.

He let out a small hiss and tightened his hold in my hair.

He tilted my head back and gazed down at me with lust and need. “Open up, love. I want my cock to imprint itself into the back of your throat.”

“As you wish.” I opened my lips and he pushed in deep.

I had to immediately relax and swallow to open the back of my mouth and to not choke on his generous length.

A moan escaped his lips. “Yes, baby. That’s it. Fuck. I love that mouth of yours.”

I began a slow and steady rhythm. Moving up and down and following each stroke of my mouth with a squeeze in the same direction as my palm.

I pressed my thighs together, trying to alleviate some of my own need pulsing in my pussy.

He grabbed hold of my hair, moving it out of the way so he could watch me work his cock. “I love watching your lips as my cock fucks into your hot, wet mouth. It’s almost as good as your cunt.”

A shiver worked its way across my body and I had to touch myself. As I worked him, I pushed the finger of my free hand past the waistband of my pants and underwear through my soaked slit and to my aching clit.

A spasm shot through me, causing me to lose the tempo of my mouth on Ashur’s throbbing cock.

He immediately tugged my mouth off him with a hard jerk that had me gasping for air and crying out with an insatiable need to continue.

He glared down his body. “Did you forget, unless I give you permission, you don’t get to make yourself come? Your orgasms belong to me.”

I stopped the motion of my fingers. My eyes watered, desperate for the orgasm that was almost on me.

“Please, Ashu.” I moaned.

“Come here.”

I released his cock, pulled my hands from my pussy, and moved up his body. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself face forward against the back of the couch with Ashur behind me. He unfastened my pants, shoved them down, and impaled me on his cock. I cried out, arching against him.

He set a hard, fast pace that left me breathless and mindless. Within a few strokes I was going over, and barely two seconds later, Ashur followed.