Chad wondered if she was about to climax. He's dying to witness the moment her face lights up in pure, uncontrollable bliss—eyes fluttering shut, lips parting in a shaky, ecstatic cry—when she finally unleashes her orgasm and squirts everywhere, a hot, messy flood he can almost feel splashing across him from her quivering core.
—a wild rush from up there, straddling him. Her slick grip and husky moans ignite him—fuck, he'd have blown his cum inside her already if her ass weren't pounding his balls so recklessly. She swore she'd "explode over his face," and he craves it, but her pussy's glued to his dick, set to drench that instead.
"I'm close…" she panted, voice trembling.
She heard me? Oh no, I thought that was in my head. Chad reeled.
"Need a sec to breathe," she said, locking eyes with him. "Fuck, you were hot…" She swung a leg over, planting her dripping pussy smack on his mouth.
"Goddamn, that face felt insane around my pussy," she groaned, grinding slow.
"So she doesn't just like my dick? She likes my face as well? That's good to know." He thought. With her wet pussy on his face and around his face area., his tongue flicked upward on its own, a quick, unthinking twitch. It grazed her slick folds, brushing inside before he even knew it was happening. She yelped, jolting him out of his daze.
"Argh! That's it… Oh, fuck… I'm…!" Kerry's voice cracked into a raw, desperate howl, her body seizing mid-thrust as her eyes rolled back, lips quivering, a primal shudder ripping through her sweat-slick frame.
A hot spurt erupted onto his tongue—a quick, sharp jet, tangy and warm, barely a tease of her full flood. It splashed in his mouth, catching him off guard, and he gulps it down instinctively, the taste lingering as his head spins.
She flopped onto the bed, breathless, legs splayed. "Finish me," she rasped. "There's more… tonnes more."
He eyed Kerry, limp and panting, catching her breath. He dipped down, tongue slipping inside her wet pussy like it was a trap. half-expecting her pussy lips to clamp shut and trap his tongue. It tasted sweet and intense. She moaned, a deep shudder, as he licked deeper within her. Better than my waifu pillow—no cat hairs or Cheeto crumbs, he thought, picking a pube—not his—then dives back in, eager for more.
Kerry's breaths caught, soft "ohh"s slipping from her parted lips as her chest heaved, then a sharper "mmh… yes," her voice quaking, raw and needy, each stroke of his tongue sending shivers up her spine.
He pressed deeper, tongue buried in her soaked, pulsing pussy, and she gasped, "Agh…"—a jagged, throaty cry that echoed off Bishop's cluttered walls. A sudden, warm spurt gushed from her, a wild jet that arced and splashed square into his left eye, stinging with her tangy essence. He jerked back, wincing, fingers fumbling to rub the blurry burn away, muttering under his breath, "Okay… Not sure I want to keep this up." He pulled back entirely, blinking rapidly, lashes wet, the taste still thick on his lips as he hesitated, torn between her heat and the shock.
Kerry—usually a snarling, fierce tempest—stilled abruptly, her breath hitching as her wide, glassy eyes shimmered in the dim, flickering light of Bishop's cluttered room. Her flushed cheeks trembled, her parted lips quivering as if she were on the verge of tears. She whispered hoarsely, "P-please… p-please… d-don't s-stop…"—her eyes glistening with desperation, submissive and brimming with need. It was a shaky, broken plea, spilling out in fragile, halting stutters, her voice barely holding together. Her fingers twisted and clutched the faded Powerpuff Girls bedsheet beneath her, knuckles whitening as if it was her last anchor, her whole body radiating raw need now that his tongue had slipped away from her throbbing, aching pussy, leaving her exposed and craving more. "Don't leave me… unfinished," she added faintly as her eyes fluttered open briefly.
He felt a pang of guilt and said, "I just needed a break… to…" He hesitated, thick with uncertainty, picking each word like dodging a blade, then settled on, "To take it all in and savour the moment. I'll get back to it now."
A faint, breathy "Thank you" escaped, voice a tender whisper laced with a moan. She shifted on Bishop's creaking bed, thighs easing apart wider, shaky "ahh… ahh…" sighs spilling out—each one a quivering, desperate plea, dripping with eager need.
She lay there, eyes closed, as Chad stared at her dripping pussy. I was kinda full now and didn't want to be blinded in the other eye too, he thought. He can't use his finger—she'd notice. His eyes roamed Bishop's chaotic room—anime figurines, tangled cables, junk—until they snagged on the T-Rex toy perched nearby, the one that roared at intruders. He snatches it, studying its thick, jelly tongue dangling out, easily double his own. With her still blissfully unaware, he mused, Why not spice things up… in here?
He gripped the dino head and eased its stiff, slick tongue deep into her pulsing pussy.
A wild "Arghhh!"—a throaty, primal roar that rattled the walls, followed by a quick "Ohh… mmm!" as her hips bucked.
Wow… She actually liked it, he marvelled.
He pressed on, working the toy deeper, and she erupted again—gasping, "Ahh! Yes…" Then a shuddering "Nngh… ohh…" her voice thick with lust. "You finally found it," she panted, breathless, her sounds echoing with raw need.
Found what? Did she mean he'd stumbled onto Bishop's T-Rex toy? Does he use it for this often?
Then she gasped, "You… found my G-spot."
Oh, that, he said. "I… was watching One Piece recently… guess it sharpened my treasure-hunting skills."Maybe not the slickest line. He could've said it was just beside her F-spot or something instead.
Her eyes stayed closed, breath ragged, as he slid the T-Rex tongue back in, pumping it slow then fast, her pussy clenching around it. She whimpered, "Mmm… ohh… yes…" hips grinding, voice climbing—then a sharp "Ahh—fuck!" ripped out as her body locks, trembling hard. A hot, messy squirt explodes from her, soaking the Powerpuff Girls bedsheet in a wild, glistening flood, drenching Bishop's bed as she collapses, spent and quaking.
Then he dropped the T-Rex to the side of the bed, letting it hit with a moist thud. Wow, my fingers didn't even get wet, he thought. That was so easy. He glanced at the bed and sighed, grimacing. So much for saving the Powerpuff Girls from that deluge. He wondered if Bishop would notice the smell when he played with that toy again.
Sprawled across the soaked bedsheet, body limp and heavy from the shattering climax that left her drained. Chest rose and fell unevenly, sweat-slick skin glistening as a faint gasp escaped, "Th-thank… thank you, Chad…" Voice quaking, a frail, breathy whimper slipped out between shallow, ragged pants, barely audible over the damp rustle of the sheets.
"You… you can… finish off on me… please," she pleaded, words stumbling from her parched lips. "I—I want to watch you jerk off… shoot your load wherever you want…" Her hazy eyes flickered half-open, locked on him in submissive longing, then drifted shut again as she murmured, "I'll just… watch…"—her tone soft and yielding, arms flopped uselessly at her sides, too weak to move, surrendering fully to his next act.