Right now, Charlotte and I were in my room. The air itself felt heavy, thick with heat and the lingering scent of sex that hadn’t faded since earlier. I was fingering her, my hand moving slowly but deliberately, and I could feel her insides beginning to tighten around my fingers, pulsing softly as if reacting on instinct alone. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t rushed. Her body was responding naturally, welcoming without hesitation.
Four of my fingers slid inside her without the slightest sign of resistance. There was no stiffness. No tension. It was as if her pussy had already decided that anything I gave it was acceptable, as long as it was mine. Everything slipped in so easily that it almost surprised , like her body was guiding my hand in rather than the other way around.
We were kissing while I continued, our lips pressing together, separating, then eting again in slow, hungry motions. Her breath was warm against my face, uneven and soft and at the sa ti, her hands were wrapped around my dick, stroking it with practiced confidence. Every ti her hand moved, every ti her fingers dragged along my still-wet shaft, my body reacted instantly. I could feel myself shiver, sharp jolts of pleasure running straight up my spine.
My dick was still slick from the moisture she had left on it earlier, from when we were fucking before. That wetness made every stroke more intense, almost overwhelming. Each pass of her hand felt exaggerated, amplified, like my nerves were exposed and sensitive to everything she did.
"Ah, Leon... your penis is twitching...~"
Her voice pulled back into focus. She looked down as she spoke, her eyes following the way my penis visibly moved and twitched in her grasp. The way she said it wasn’t teasing, exactly. It sounded more like an observation mixed with quiet satisfaction, as if she liked seeing how strongly my body reacted to her.
She was unbelievably wet. It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t sothing I had to imagine. Her vagina was literally dripping, the liquid running down her thighs and falling to the floor beneath her. The faint sound of it hitting the surface below was obscene in its own way. Just seeing that alone made my cock throb harder. My body felt like it was being overridden by pleasure, like my reactions were happening faster than I could think.
The shivers weren’t just in one place anymore. They spread through completely, making my legs tense, my shoulders tighten, my breath co out shallow and uneven. It felt like pleasure was vibrating through my entire body instead of staying where it usually did.
Then she moved.
Charlotte lowered herself down in front of , kneeling between my legs. Her movent was unhurried, deliberate, like she wanted to see every second of it. She wrapped her hand around my cock again and lifted it slightly, bringing it right in front of her face. She stared at it, close enough that I could see the way her eyes focused, the faint curve of her lips as she took it in.
My cock was leaking freely now, natural lubrication seeping out without restraint. It really did look like a faucet that hadn’t been shut all the way, a slow but constant drip that betrayed how close I already was.
"You like getting service like this, aren’t you, Leon?"
Her tone was playful, but there was confidence behind it. She already knew the answer. She didn’t wait for to respond.
She stuck out her tongue and imdiately slobbered all over my cock, not caring about being neat. It was ssy, wet, and unapologetic. The feeling of her saliva coating sent another sharp wave of sensation through my body. Her tongue moved along my shaft, working with intent rather than hesitation.
As she continued, she brought her arms up and pressed her breasts together around my cock, sandwiching it between them. She held them firmly from both sides, increasing the pressure just enough to make my breath hitch. To make it smoother, she added more spit, letting it run down so there was barely any friction at all.
She started moving her breasts up and down in slow, controlled motions while sucking at the tip of my cock at the sa ti. The combined sensation was almost too much. My toes curled involuntarily, my fingers digging into the edge of the bed as I tried to steady myself. It really felt like she had gotten better at this, like she knew exactly what she was doing now, exactly how to push closer without tipping over the edge too soon.
But eventually, the pleasure beca frustrating in the way only good sex can be. My body wanted more. Needed more.
I reached out and grabbed the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her hair. Without thinking too much about it, I started guiding her movents myself, pushing her in and out along my cock. The pace beca faster, rougher, making the slobbering ssier and louder.
Her eyes widened for a mont, surprised by the sudden force. But that surprise didn’t last. Almost imdiately, her expression softened again, her gaze turning unfocused and dazed with pleasure. She didn’t resist. She allowed to move her like that, trusting completely.
At so point, I simply couldn’t hold it anymore.
The tension that had been building snapped, and I ejaculated straight into her mouth. My sperm filled her mouth rapidly, too much to contain, overflowing even though her lips were sealed around my cock. Cum spilled out anyway, running down the corners of her mouth in thick trails.
She reacted quickly, sealing her mouth tighter and swallowing everything in one gulp. Afterward, she pulled back slightly and licked the sides of her lips, gathering up the cum that clung there. For the spots her tongue couldn’t reach, she used her fingers, swiping them clean and bringing them back to her lips without hesitation.
Once she was done, she stood up and walked over to the bed. She placed her hands firmly on the sheets, her movents confident and unashad. She lifted her knees and pressed them down as well, settling herself into position.
She rolled into her back and looked at , a slow, seductive smile spreading across her face.
"Leon...~"
She said my na softly, the sound alone enough to make my cock stir again despite everything.
Reaching behind her thighs, she pressed her fingers against the lips of her vagina and spread them apart. She showed the inside of her pink flesh openly, without embarrassnt. A glob of clear white liquid flowed out, sliding down and reaching her ass before finally dripping onto the sheets below.
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