riding a dyke’s dick and dismounting just before they cum. placing sloppy little pecks up and down their twitching length as they breathe out growls, but reminding them after every one that they should wait for you. rubbing your thumb all along their balls, murmuring on out loud about how warm and soft they are, and watching their tip leak and leak. making them grunt loud when you openmouthed kiss their tip—and then finally, finally, once they’re almost crying from the sensitive pressure, sliding yourself back on and feeling them cum hard and fast before you’re even halfway down. pushing yourself all the way down to their balls anyway, gripping their thighs to stay there as their hips buck and they moan in ecstasy, cum filling you hot and heavy as their eyes roll, feeling you clench around their base. riding them as they ride it out, and then once they’ve fallen still, gently unclenching your sore fingers from around their sore thighs, dazed and more than a little honored seeing how good you helped them feel. leaning down to lay chest-to-chest on top of them, and cupping their cheeks to steal a kiss. the movement of their dick, still inside you, makes their face twitch a little, but you like that.
you really, really liked that. you think you might stay here for a while, mounted and filled and full, so none of their cum slips out. another kiss. your belly’s warm.
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