Brandon
It was different going down on Rylie this time. I tried to take control and do what I had to Emma. Anything I had watched on porn. Rylie had other ideas. She would move from side to side and front to back, sliding all around my face. Her hands were clutching my hair and forcing my mouth where she wanted it. I would try to lick her clit and she would slide forward and my tongue would end up deep in her slit. Ultimately, I just laid there, tongue out, and let her guide me where she wanted me.
When I went down on Rylie last night she was wet but now juices were pouring out of her pussy. My chin, neck and cheeks were soaked. I felt streams of fluid running around my headphones. Her thighs squeezed and released my head as she slipped and glided around my face. My mouth filled with her fluids and I had to swallow multiple times.
Finally, she stopped moving. Her body collapsed forward over my head. Rylie’s wet pussy was against my forehead as she lay still. I could feel her heavy breathing for at least a minute before she crawled off me and presumably left the room.
Two songs later the bed shook again. Fingers lightly stroked my hard dick and I could feel someone’s breath near my face. There was movement and the bed was still again. Almost an entire song later they were back and warm cloth began washing my face and neck. After I was cleaned up she kissed me. Gently at first, then asserting her tongue in my mouth. I was guessing Emma wanted to kiss me without Rylie’s pussy juice all over me. The inside of my mouth undoubtedly tasted like her too.
Her hands roamed my secured body as we kissed. She stroked every part of me within reach; without letting our lips part. She never spent long on any one spot. Her fingers danced and tickled up and down my sides. Her short nails slightly scratched at my inner thighs and around my tightened sack. One finger nail traced up the underside of my shaft. My cock almost came. I was closer than I had been all day. A small squirt of precum was pooling on my bare pubic area.
I turned my head from our kiss. “Please Emma let me cum!” I begged. I imagined her giggling and shaking her head no. Of course I could not see anything and the music still blared in my ears.
Thankfully, my pleading called off her mischievous assault. Like Rylie before her she mounted my face and ground her hot, damp pussy against my mouth.
Again, I was almost sure this was Emma. Right? She certainly tasted different than Rylie I recognized a sweetness that I had tasted this morning. Would Sara truly let me eat her out? Plus, we had kissed for so long. Whoever she was had kept her breasts from touching me.
Unlike Rylie, she let me do most of the work. I could tell that it was her clit that was going to get her off. I could feel that her fingers were spreading the outer lips and unflowering her clit. It was small little bud that was dying for my attention. I licked and nibbled her clit and only occasionally slid my tongue in her much tighter hole. Like Rylie before her she was getting wetter by the second and I had to swallow her nectar. Finally, her legs started to shake and she quickly pulled away, leaving one shaking leg over my chest. After her orgasm past she returned to kiss me on the lips again. Much softer this time and tasting her own mess. She then left me alone again.
I thought for sure one orgasm for each would be enough but I was wrong. Less than one song later Rylie pushed her large tits into my face again. Not for long. I think she just wanted to say, “Hey, remember me?”
Before I knew it, and with no cleanup, she was straddling my face once more. The juices were all mixing together. She tasted different and similar all at once. This time it reminded me of a video I had seen of a girl humping a pillow. She began slowly rocking herself back and forth along my face. From my nose to chin she worked her pussy across me. She began moving faster and grinding harder as she drove her pussy against me. I was sure my tongue had reached her asshole more than once. Thankfully all I could taste was pussy.
Not lasting as long but certainly more forceful, my head was being hammered into the soft mattress. The earphones were being push off my ears by her thighs. I could hear her moaning for a second as the next stroke pushed them back in place. This happened through one whole song before she finally pulled off me and I was alone again.
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