"You’ve been so good to tonight," Sophie whispered, her warm breath teasing his sensitive skin. "Let take care of you now."
She parted her lips and took him into her mouth, enveloping the head in wet, silky heat. Her tongue swirled around him lovingly, tracing every ridge and vein as she sank deeper.
Stan groaned deeply, his good hand gently threading through her hair. Sophie moved with perfect rhythm, slow and sensual at first, then building steadily.
She hollowed her cheeks, sucking with just the right pressure while her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach.
The wet, intimate sounds of her mouth filled the room: soft, slick glucks and gentle gasps for air whenever she pulled back to swirl her tongue over the sensitive head.
"Fuck, Sophie... your mouth feels incredible," Stan breathed, voice rough with pleasure.
She moaned around him, the vibration traveling straight through his shaft. Her eyes watered slightly from how deeply she took him, but she never stopped, devoted, eager, and hungry.
She bobbed faster, twisting her head slightly, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock. Stan’s breathing grew ragged, his hips twitching upward instinctively.
"I’m close, Sophie, "
She humd in encouragent and took him as deep as she could, throat relaxing around him.
With a guttural groan, Stan ca hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum into her mouth. Sophie swallowed every drop with soft, satisfied moans, milking him gently until he was spent.
She pulled back slowly, licking her lips clean, a faint blush on her cheeks and a loving smile on her glistening lips.
But when she looked down, he was still rock-hard, thick and flushed, twitching with need.
"You’re still rock hard..." she murmured, a mix of surprise and arousal in her voice.
Stan let out a low chuckle, eyes heavy with lust. "Yeah... I don’t know if it’s you or the adrenaline, but I need more. Don’t blue-ball now, baby."
Sophie sighed softly, a playful yet heated smile curving her lips. "Greedy man." She gathered more saliva and let it drip generously onto his cock, stroking him slowly to spread the slickness. Then she sat up, peeling off her top and unclasping her bra. Her full, milky breasts spilled free, heavy and beautiful, nipples already tight with arousal.
She reached for the bottle of olive oil on the nightstand, pouring a generous stream over her cleavage. The golden liquid trickled down her soft skin, making her breasts glisten invitingly. Stan’s eyes darkened with hunger.
"Co here," he murmured.
He used his good hand to help massage the oil into her breasts, groping and squeezing the supple flesh with reverence.
They felt warm, slick, and impossibly soft under his palm. Sophie bit her lip at the sensation, moaning softly as his fingers played with her sensitive nipples.
After a few monts, she gently guided his hand away and leaned forward. She sandwiched his throbbing cock between her oiled breasts, pressing them together around his length. The feeling was heavenly, velvety, pillowy softness wrapped tightly around him, slick and warm from the oil.
"Oh my God..." Stan groaned, head falling back.
Sophie began to move, sliding her breasts up and down his shaft in long, sensual strokes. The wet, slippery sounds were obscene and intoxicating, soft schlick-schlick noises as her glistening tits worked him perfectly.
Every ti she slid down, the head of his cock would peek out from her cleavage, brushing against her chin or lips. She leaned down to lick or kiss the tip on each upward stroke, adding to the overwhelming pleasure.
"Does that feel good?" she asked breathily, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes.
"Fuck yes... your tits are perfect, Sophie. So soft, so warm... I could stay like this forever."
She smiled and squeezed tighter, moving faster. The sight of his cock disappearing between her shiny, bouncing breasts was driving them both wild.
Stan’s groans grew deeper, his good hand reaching down to caress her cheek and hair. Sophie moaned too, clearly aroused by the act, her nipples hard, her own arousal soaking her panties.
The friction, the heat, the slick glide, and the visual were pushing him rapidly toward the edge.
"Sophie, I’m gonna cum again, "
She pressed her breasts even tighter around him and moved quicker, the slippery sounds growing louder and wetter.
With a deep, guttural moan, Stan ca hard, thick spurts painting her neck, collarbone, and the tops of her breasts. Sophie kept stroking him through it with her tits, milking every drop.
When he finished, she leaned down and licked what she could reach, swallowing with obvious satisfaction, her eyes never leaving his.
Yet he was still rock hard, pulsing between her slick breasts.
Stan smiled, a little breathless but full of affection and hunger. "Your mouth and these beautiful tits are amazing... but it’s not enough tonight. I need you, Sophie. The real thing."
She bit her lip, clearly just as needy. "Then take ... but let do most of the work. I don’t want you hurting your hand."
Sophie stood briefly to slip off her remaining clothes, revealing her glistening, aroused sex. She climbed back onto the bed and straddled him carefully, guiding his cock to her entrance.
Slowly, she sank down onto him, inch by inch, both of them moaning in unison as her tight, wet heat enveloped him completely.
"Ohhh...Stan~" she gasped, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. The stretch was delicious, filling her perfectly.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his good hand gripping her hip. "So tight and warm around ."
Sophie began to ride him with slow, rolling movents, grinding her hips in deep circles before lifting and sinking back down.
The wet, rhythmic sounds of their bodies eting filled the room: the soft slap of skin on skin, the slick squelch of her arousal coating his cock with every thrust.
Her full breasts bounced enticingly with each motion, still shiny from the oil and his earlier release.
She leaned forward, bracing her hands beside his head so she could control the angle.
Her moans grew sweeter and higher, "Ahh... yes... right there...",
as she found the perfect rhythm. Stan t her movents with careful upward thrusts, his groans low and masculine, mixing beautifully with her sounds.
"You’re so deep inside ," she whimpered, voice trembling with pleasure. "I love how you fill up, Stan."
"Ride just like that, baby. You look so fucking beautiful taking my cock."
Their pace gradually intensified. Sophie’s hips moved faster, her moans turning into breathy cries as she chased her pleasure. The bed creaked softly beneath them.
Stan’s hand road her body, squeezing her ass, cupping a bouncing breast, pinching a nipple, while she rode him with passionate abandon.
"I’m close again," he warned, voice strained.
" too, cum with ," she gasped.
She ground down harder, her inner walls fluttering and clenching around him. With a long, keening moan, Sophie ca first, her body shuddering as waves of intense pleasure crashed through her.
Her pussy pulsed rhythmically around his cock, squeezing him tightly. Stan followed right after, groaning deeply as he spilled inside her, filling her with pulse after pulse of heat.
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