And then, right while she was still working her magic on , she opened her mouth just a little wider—slow and intentional—and placed the tip of my cock right at her lips. It was such a teasing gesture, like she wanted to feel the anticipation before anything even happened. Then she pressed forward, letting the warmth of her mouth envelop the tip first, and then she swirled her tongue around the base of my cock as if she were savoring it, getting a feel for the shape and texture like it was sothing she wanted to morize with her tongue alone.
The mont she did that, a sharp shiver ran all the way down my spine. It wasn’t even subtle—it was the type of shiver that made my body jerk just slightly before I could even hide it. I inhaled sharply, like the air got punched out of my lungs for a second, and I felt this tight pressure inside my chest that made want to groan on instinct. It was ridiculous how sensitive that made . It was like her tongue unlocked nerves I didn’t even know existed.
The way she was gobbling down my cock wasn’t just good—no, it felt insanely good. Overwhelmingly good. So good that my hands, without noticing, had already curled into claws around the bedsheets. My fingers dug in like I was trying to anchor myself to sothing, because my body wasn’t cooperating with actually staying still. My toes curled so hard that I felt a twinge in my calves.
"Nghh...!" I couldn’t hold that in. It slipped out of before I even thought about it.
She giggled lightly, that soft "Fufufu" sound she made when she was teasing but also genuinely happy. "That’s cute. It’s my first ti doing this, so I was afraid I might not be able to pleasure you. I’m glad I did," she said with this satisfied little smile that sohow made the whole situation even hotter.
And she was right—she was doing it stupidly well. So well that every part of my body felt like it was reacting to her. It was like she flipped on every nerve in at once. I felt sensations racing across my skin like sparks. A heavy, warm pleasure spread through my hips, my stomach, even my chest. And then that weird bolt of stimulation hit—starting right at the base of my tailbone, jolting upward like soone lit a fuse inside , rushing up my spine straight into my head. And that shock alone made my whole body twitch and my toes curl again, like my body was replying on its own.
And the worst—or best—part? She was doing everything in such a devilish way, like she knew exactly what would break and she was deliberately playing with that line. She looked so driven, so focused, almost like she wanted to give the best blowjob she could possibly give, even if she had to push herself past her limits.
She didn’t rely on her tongue alone. She used everything—her lips, both sides of her mouth, even her gums and cheeks. Every part of her mouth contributed to the pleasure in different ways. And each point of contact sent another jolt through , like I was getting electrocuted from multiple angles at once. It wasn’t overwhelming in a bad way—it was overwhelming in the kind of way that made my brain shut down for a few seconds at a ti.
And then, with her eyes still looking up at —steady, fixed, mischievous—she slowly lowered her head. I felt the tip of my cock brush against the entrance of her throat. Instead of pulling back or bracing up in hesitation, she let herself sink lower, allowing the tip to gently press and kiss her throat before easing inside. And she kept going, deeper and deeper, letting her throat yield to the pressure as my cock pushed further in.
It was slow, deliberate, and honestly hypnotizing. Inch by inch, she took more of , until my cock was fully embedded inside her throat. You could actually see it—the outline, the bulge that clearly showed where my cock was pushing through her throat. That sight alone felt unreal, almost too much. My breathing got rougher without realizing it.
Her throat tightened around instinctively—of course it did. She wanted to gag, I could tell. I felt that sudden squeeze, the way it clenched like her throat was trying to expel . But she didn’t let herself pull away. She forced herself lower instead, even though her body was screaming that it was too deep. I felt her throat contracting and tightening all around in a way that made my vision blur for a second. The pressure was insane. It was so tight that I honestly felt like I was the one being suffocated by the sensation.
"Gllkk... nghhh, nghh... nnghhh...~"
The sounds she made were ssy and raw—guttural, wet, muffled by the fact that her throat was full. She looked like she was having a hard ti, her breath caught, her body trembling ever so slightly. But even then, she didn’t hesitate. Not once. She kept looking at , her eyes watery but still sharp and mischievous, like she was telling without words: I’m going to take everything you give .
There was sothing unhinged and seductive in the look she had—like she was doing more than sucking off, like she was trying to steal sothing deeper from . My soul, my sanity, my entire will—sothing like that.
Then her eyes rolled back. Not halfway. All the way. Only the whites showed, and her expression turned into sothing downright debauched. Lusty. Uncontrolled. She looked so ruined by pleasure that it was almost unreal. And that was exactly when I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pushed her even deeper onto , burying myself until her nose was pressed against my skin. Her eyes rolled even farther back, veins visible around them as her throat stretched to accommodate fully.
"Nnnghh... gnnnghhh, hnghhh..."
Her noises vibrated around , and the vibrations made my body jolt. That was it—my control snapped. I couldn’t hold it back. My orgasm surged forward so abruptly that I clenched my teeth.
I shot my sen deep inside her throat, and so of it, forced by the intensity, burst out through her nose and dripped downward. Her throat contracted in reflex, swallowing, squeezing even tighter as more ca out.
After a mont that felt like it lasted longer than it should, she finally pulled her head back. My cock slid out of her throat with a wet sound, and the sensation of it leaving her felt like part of my soul got ripped out along with it. It was such an intense pull that I honestly felt like I was about to cum a second ti on the spot.
While I was still catching my breath from the orgasm, she caught the dripping sen from her chin with her hand, almost lazily. Then, without a shred of hesitation, she brought it to her mouth and licked it up clean, as if it were her favorite treat, sothing she couldn’t afford to waste even a drop of.
"It’s delicious...~" she said with a completely debauched expression, so lewd that it made my stomach tighten all over again. She looked like she just tasted sothing addictive, sothing she’d never forget. And even though she had already made cum multiple tis, I wasn’t even slightly softened. I was still fully hard—harder than I should’ve been after an orgasm like that.
Days without sex, all that pent-up libido—it all surged back through , and Agneis saw it instantly. Her gaze dropped to my cock, still standing tall and throbbing. She looked thrilled at the sight.
She brushed her fingers along the tip, her touch light but teasing, and then looked up at with that wicked grin again.
"It looks like this isn’t really enough for you at all. Well, what are you waiting for? Just go ahead and fuck all you want, Leon."
And just like that, whatever restraint I had left shattered. Sothing inside snapped cleanly, and I grabbed her, pulling her toward with all the hunger and desire that had been burning through from the start.
I ravished her fully.
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