He... he likes it? Just like when his fingers were inside ... touching this ’big thing’ makes him feel that way?
Realization dawned, a pleased flush creeping up her neck. She wanted that—wanted to make him shatter like he had her. Emboldened, her fingers hooked into his waistband, tugging down with eager determination.
The pants slid free, leaving only his underwear—thin black fabric that did nothing to hide the monster beneath. Half his rock-hard 10-inch cock thrust upward defiantly, the veiny shaft straining the material, precum beading at the slit and soaking through.
Ira stared, transfixed—her hand still gripping the exposed length, thumb brushing the slick tip curiously. "So big..." she whispered, voice a mix of awe and trepidation, both hands now trying to encircle it but failing, fingers barely eting around the brutal girth.
"I can’t even hold it properly... it’s like... a weapon. But warm. Pulsing. Leon... what do I do with it?"
Leon exhaled sharply, guiding her hands with his own—wrapping her fingers firr around the shaft, showing her the slow, twisting stroke from base to tip.
"Like this... up and down. Squeeze a little—yeah, fuck—just like that."
His pleasured hum rumbled deep in his chest, hips rocking subtly into her touch. Ira’s face lit up—He’s feeling it! The way I did... good, so good.
Enthusiasm surged; she stroked faster, gripping with both hands now, twisting on the upstroke, her small palms gliding over the veiny length with increasing intensity. Precum leaked steadily, slicking her fingers, making the motion smoother, wetter.
"Nngh... Ira—yes—harder..."
His grunts spurred her on—she pumped enthusiastically, hands flying, nails grazing lightly along the ridges. He’s reacting... moaning for . This is great... making him feel what he made feel.
She continued relentlessly, expecting that sa explosive peak—the one that had left her boneless and buzzing. Minutes passed, her arms aching slightly, but nothing happened—no gush, no shatter. Just his heavy breaths and low groans, cock throbbing hotter in her grip.
Finally, curiosity won. "Leon... why isn’t anything happening?" she asked, voice a mix of concern and eagerness, hands slowing but not stopping.
"When you touched ... it built and built until... boom. But for you...?"
Leon chuckled breathlessly, eyes locked on her innocent determination—those crimson orbs wide, deep red hair tousled, big boobs jiggling with each stroke. Gods, she’s killing . So pure... so filthy without knowing it.
"It’s working, Ira—feels amazing. But you need to do more. Use your mouth... suck on it. Like this."
He tapped the leaking head against her full lips, saring precum like gloss. Ira hesitated, eyes crossing slightly as she stared at the massive thing—too big, surely, for her mouth. Suck on it? Like... nursing? But it’s so thick... Fear flickered, but his expectant gaze—loving, hungry—lted it. She could do this. For him.
Stretching her jaw to its limit, Ira leaned forward, lips parting wide around the fat head. It barely fit—her mouth stretching obscenely, tongue flattening instinctively against the underside as she suckled the tip.
Glrk~
Leon’s grunt was guttural, hips bucking once. "Fuck—Ira—your mouth’s so warm... so soft..."
She looked up at him through her lashes, pleased by the raw pleasure twisting his face—jaw clenched, eyes half-lidded. He likes it... good. I want to make him feel great... just like he did for .
Clumsy at first, she swirled her tongue experintally, sucking lightly on the head while her hands stroked the base.
His hands threaded gently into her deep red hair, caressing her scalp—not pushing, just guiding. "Bob your head... like this—up and down. Take a little more if you can."
Emboldened, Ira nodded minutely—mouth full—and started bobbing, lips sliding down half his length before pulling back with a wet pop, then sinking again. She couldn’t take it all—the girth stretched her jaw achingly, but more than half was impressive for her first ti, saliva drooling down the shaft to slick her pumping hands.
Slurp~ Slurp~ Glrk~
"Mmmhhh... urrrghh—yes..."
Her mouth was heaven—hot, wet velvet enveloping him, tongue clumsy but eager, lapping at the veins. Precum coated her tongue, salty-sweet, and she humd around him, vibrations drawing deeper grunts from his throat.
Soon, Leon felt the edge approaching—balls tightening, cock throbbing wildly in her grip. "Ira—fuck—I’m cumming... pull off if—nngh—now..."
But Ira didn’t stop—too lost in the thrill of his reactions, the way his body tensed, grunts turning to moans. He’s close... like I was. I want to see it—feel it. She bobbed faster, sucking harder, hands twisting at the base.
With a final, ragged roar—"Ira—fuck—!"—Leon erupted.
Thick, hot ropes of cum surged into her mouth—pulse after pulse, overwhelming her senses. So blasted straight down her throat to her stomach, warm and filling; the rest overflowed, spilling from her stretched lips as she coughed and pulled back, white seed splattering the mattress in creamy ropes.
Cough~ Cough~
Ira gasped, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a strand of cum dangling from her chin. The sticky white liquid coated her tongue—sweet, almost creamy, not unpleasant at all. She swallowed experintally, feeling the warmth settle in her belly.
It’s... sweet? Like nectar... I don’t hate it. And look at him—chest heaving, face flushed with that look... I did that. Made him shatter like he did .
Satisfaction blood hot in her chest, crimson eyes sparkling as she watched him pant, cock still twitching and drooling.
This lovemaking... it’s sothing else. Not like our connection at all—more physical, more teasing, building slow until it explodes. And I like it... maybe even more. The way his body shakes for ... I want to do it again. And again. To him, with him... multiple tis. Forever.
"Leon..." she murmured, voice hoarse but eager, leaning forward to nuzzle his thigh. "That was... I want to make you feel like that more. And you... do it to again. Please. As many tis as we want."
Leon exhaled shakily, pulling her up into a loose embrace, cock still hard and glistening between them. She’s hooked already... but we’re not done. This was just foreplay—the warmup to the real thing.
His smile turned wicked, affectionate. "Soon, Ira. But we’ve got more to do first. Relax—lie back."
He guided her down gently onto the pillows, her curvy body sinking into the softness, big boobs settling heavily on her chest. With swift, careful hands, he undid the knot on her blue waist cloth—the lower tie that draped modestly over her hips—letting it fall away. Then, fingers hooked into the waistband of her soaking white cloth panties, he peeled them down her thighs, exposing her fully.
The fabric clung wetly, strings of her arousal stretching before snapping. Beneath: a clean, smooth red pussy—no hair, just genetics’ gift—lips puffy and flushed dark crimson, glistening with her release, clit peeking swollen and needy from its hood. No lube needed; her slick coated everything, and his cock—drenched in her saliva and his own cum—shone obscenely.
Ira followed his lead, legs parting wide as he stretched them gently, knees hooked over his elbows. She watched him curiously, crimson eyes trusting, still buzzing from her peak.
More? What’s next... his hands again? His mouth? I don’t understand fully, but... I trust him. Whatever it is, it’ll feel good. Like everything else.
The thought of him trying to fit that huge monster cock inside her tiny, untouched pussy didn’t even cross her mind—not yet. It was too impossible, too vast.
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