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Obsidian Forest
I watched her carefully, as she looked up at me, seeming very grateful and satisfied, as her muzzle opened up, and she did exactly what I was hoping.. knowing she was about to do. She took my thick cock into her hot mouth, and began to slowly stroke her head back and forth. I leaned back, and held onto my ankles, giving her a good angle to work with, and me a good view to watch. Her head would draw back, and her tongue, pressed to the underside of my cock, would trail all the way to the tip. I trembled, as she would rub her tongue tightly against the blunt, tingling, burning tip of my cock, and then her head would sink back down, and she would intentionally run the slightly rib-textured roof of her muzzle over that still screaming tip. The pleasure this caused, to me, was almost unimaginable. My hips cried out to thrust, but I held still. This was fair. I had pleasured her, and now she was pleasuring me. I smiled, watching her through half closed eyes, as she lovingly began to suck me, the pressure in her muzzle lowering, so I could see her cheeks sink in a bit. She never took her eyes off mine, her expression something of love and tenderness, most of the time, but on occasion, she would do something inside her muzzle.. rub her tongue back and forth over the tip of my cock, or suck extra hard and tug on my flesh a bit, making my heart sink from lust, and when she did that, she would look at me with such wicked, teasing eyes that I knew she was completely certain of what she was doing. Sex was not an alien thing to her. It simply could not have been. I shook softly. I closed my eyes, unable to watch her do that.. those mischievous eyes.. I was going to cum too soon. I trembled as her head bobbed up and down, and I watched her again, my eyes fluttering open. Her eyes were closed, and there was a smile spread on her lovely lips, as she suckled harder, bobbing her head a little faster, tug-tug-tugging me warmly, and I inhaled deeply. I was starting to get close. She stopped then, pulling away, and just holding my cock in her hands, looking at it as she stroked very slowly, squeezing my cock, and watching the pre drip down the underside in a clear rivulet, then smearing that lubricant up and down the full length of my shaft slowly, massaging me, holding me on edge. If she sped up a little, I’d cum. But she went just slow enough, then stopped, putting her cheek against my wet cock, as she began to softly rub, caress, and cradle my balls in her warm, wet hands. I shuddered, feeling myself drifting back below trigger point. Then, she moved her head back, and inhaled deeply, as she took my whole cock in, pressing it to her throat, and thrusting her head back and forth, sucking and licking, grinding the underside with her tongue. I cried out, and held still, my muscles flexed, almost climaxing, before she stopped suddenly, and just massaged my balls, looking up into my half closed, pleading eyes again, licking her lips sadistically. What was she doing? Was she torturing me? Did she have any idea the kind of pleasure she was causing? I could not move though.. not as close to orgasm I was. She massaged my balls, and licked the tip of my cock every few seconds, with a long, hard stroke. Each time, I almost squirted on her tongue, but it just didn’t last enough.. one more second and I would have, but holding my balls, feeling them tighten each time I almost came, she knew exactly when to stop. She let me be for a moment, just caressing my thighs, looking into my eyes for a while, as I panted heavily, trembling, my chest heavy, so heavy with lust. I felt dizzy, almost sick with need for release. I gazed at her pleadingly, and she nodded, moving forward just a bit, and slowly, oh so slowly pressing her tight muzzle down over my cock, squeezing it with her tongue, grinding it slowly against the roof of her mouth. My skin crawled from the intense pleasure. I felt almost like I would faint, but she finally showed mercy on her captive. Holding my sack in her hand, rolling it softly, she started to suck. Hard. The back of her tongue ground rapidly over the tip of my cock, and she moved her muzzle slowly back, the pressure increasing as she pulled back, sucking. He then began to beat her hand up and down the base of my cock rapidly, her other still holding my balls. I gasped a very deep breath, and screamed like a frightened girl, trailing that scream into a howl of pleasure as my thick cum gushed against the back of her tongue. I felt like by body was being ripped apart by the intensity of the climax, and I just gritted my teeth, as she kept right on sucking, swallowing every single drop I gave her. I could hear her swallowing, those thick, heady gulps of my seed, as she stroked the base of my cock, using her tongue to slide back and forth on the underside of it, inside her hot mouth, encouraging every last slick white rope of semen from my sack, which she continued to caress and massage, to coax out everything, before my hands slipped, and I fell backwards, onto my rump, popping from her muzzle, spent, not even a drop left. She then moved toward me, and sat in my lap, taking my cock into her. She didn’t try to ride the over-sensitive flesh, just seeming to want the intimacy of it, as she wrapped her arms around me, kissing me softly. I shuddered again, as she started to really move, the act of bringing me to climax having probably gotten her worked back up again. I panted softly, and started to feel my own pleasure returning.. awfully fast for having just climaxed, but then again, she was incredibly tight, and was pumping mercilessly. Her cries started hitting again, and she was giving them right into my ear, making them seem so much louder!! I gritted my teeth, and finally, just fell back, and she started riding hard and fast, holding my shoulders, and rutting against me. I looked up into her pleasure-strained face, as she finally shrieked, and her cunny gripped me tightly again. It didn’t take her long, as her cum spilled over my balls, which drew u again. “Oh god.. I’m gonna cum!” I cried. “Don’t stop.. Ngg.. oh god!” I felt her slowing down, as she panted weakly, riding out her orgasm. I held her hips, and drove her faster. She whined loudly, and answered my wishes, sliding back and forth, up and down, hot and heavy, despite how tired she was looking. I tensed my legs tight, wanting to cum before she got too tired. I didn’t have to wait long, which was fortunate, for something that would throw me over the edge. She threw her head back and howled, and her soaking pussy clenched again and again and again. She rocked her hips hard and fast, and I felt her juices flowing over me. She was cumming again, wetly, and plateauing! She was having one long, hellacious drawn out climax! I grunted and jerked her hard against my cock, grinding it into her, as my last intense, very fresh volleys of thick masculine essence fired deep inside her. Only a little bit, but certainly enough to satisfy her, as she ground her hips slowly, exhausted, still whimpering in burning climax, as I held her close, the vixen collapsing over me, spent, panting, hot, and happy.
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