#orostor

“W-wait—ah—!” His voice cracks as you wrap your hand around the base and lean in, dragging your tongue slowly up the underside. The first wet lick makes his hips jerk, a broken whimper spilling from his lips. You don’t give him time to adjust. You take him into your mouth in one smooth glide, lips stretching around his girth, tongue swirling around the head before you sink deeper.

Fu’s head falls back instantly. “Oh—oh fuck—!” His hands fly to your hair, not pushing, just clutching desperately as his thighs tremble on either side of you. You bob your head, taking him deeper each time, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard. Saliva drips down his shaft, coating your fingers where they stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth.

He’s loud. So fucking loud. Whiny, desperate sounds pour out of him as you work him relentlessly—sucking, licking, twisting your hand in time with your mouth. His cock throbs on your tongue, leaking steadily, and you swallow around him, milking more precum from the tip.

“Too—too much—feels so good—please—!” His voice is already cracking, breath hitching into sobs. You look up and see his eyes fluttering, lashes wet, mouth hanging open as drool starts to slip from the corner of his lips. You hum around him, the vibration making his whole body jolt.

You speed up, sucking him sloppily, wet obscene sounds filling the room along with his broken cries. Fu’s hips twitch helplessly, trying to thrust but too overwhelmed to find rhythm. His eyes roll back, whites showing as his head lolls against the couch. Thick strings of drool run down his chin, dripping onto his heaving chest.

You pull off just long enough to stroke him fast and tight with your slick hand. “Look at you,” you murmur, voice husky. “Such a pretty, pathetic mess already.”

He tries to answer but only manages a garbled moan, more drool spilling as his eyes cross and roll again. You dive back down, taking him to the back of your throat and swallowing repeatedly. That’s what breaks him. Fu lets out a strangled scream, thighs clamping around your head as he cums hard—thick, hot pulses flooding your mouth. You swallow every drop, but you don’t stop.

Even as he whimpers and twitches from sensitivity, you keep sucking, gentler but relentless, tongue pressing against the underside. His cock stays hard, overstimulated and aching. Tears spill down his flushed cheeks, mixing with the drool coating his chin and neck.

“P-please—too sensitive—can’t—ahhhn—!” His words dissolve into dumb, incoherent babbles. His eyes are completely rolled back now, mouth slack and drooling uncontrollably as you edge him straight into a second orgasm. His whole body shakes violently, cock pulsing weakly as he spills again, smaller this time but just as intense. He’s gone—completely dumb, only able to make wet, needy noises while you milk him dry.

Scene two

Later that night you have him on the bed, completely naked and already trembling. Fu’s chest is heaving, skin shiny with sweat from the first round, but you’re not done. You crawl between his legs and wrap your lips around his spent cock again without warning.

He jolts hard, a high-pitched whine tearing from his throat. “N-nooo—too soon—sensitive—!” But his hips still push weakly toward your mouth, betraying how much he craves it.

You take your time this round, savoring every inch. Long, slow licks along his shaft, gentle sucks on the head, then suddenly deep-throating him until your nose presses against his pelvis. Fu’s hands fist the sheets above his head, knuckles white. His legs shake uncontrollably, heels digging into the mattress.

Every wet glide of your mouth drags another broken sound out of him. His voice is hoarse now, cracking on every moan. Drool pools at the corners of his mouth and runs in shiny trails down his jaw as his head thrashes side to side. You reach up and pinch his nipples lightly, and his back arches so hard he nearly bows off the bed.

“F-fuuuuck—your mouth—feels—haaa—!” Words fail him again. You suck harder, bobbing faster, one hand cupping and rolling his balls while the other strokes the base in tight, twisting motions. His cock is swollen, flushed dark, hypersensitive and leaking nonstop.

You pull off with a wet pop and slap his cock lightly against your tongue before swallowing him again. That little sting makes his eyes cross instantly. Fu’s mouth hangs wide open, tongue lolling as thick rivulets of drool spill down his chin, onto his neck, and across his collarbones. His eyes roll back completely, only the whites visible as his body convulses.

You don’t let up. You suck him through another shattering orgasm—his voice breaking into silent screams, body locking up—then keep going, nursing his overstimulated cock until he’s sobbing and babbling absolute nonsense.

“G-good—too good—can’t think—please—more—stop—don’t stop—!” His brain is mush, reduced to a drooling, twitching wreck. Tears stream down his face, mixing with the mess on his chin. Every flick of your tongue makes his hips jerk and his eyes flutter uselessly. He cums a final time with a wrecked, dumb little cry, body shuddering violently as you swallow around him, drawing out every last weak spurt until he’s limp and whimpering, completely fucked-out and empty-headed.

Scene three

You straddle Fu’s hips, his cock—still hard despite everything—sliding against your soaked folds. He’s a gorgeous disaster beneath you: flushed skin, tear-streaked cheeks, chin and chest shiny with his own drool. His golden eyes are hazy, half-lidded and unfocused.

You grab both his wrists and pin them above his head with one hand, leaning your weight down so he can’t move. His breath hitches sharply at the restraint.

“Mine,” you whisper against his lips before sinking down onto his cock in one smooth motion.

Fu’s back arches hard, a loud, broken moan ripping from his throat as your tight heat engulfs him. You start riding him immediately—slow at first, grinding deep, then faster, bouncing on his cock with wet, filthy sounds. His wrists flex uselessly in your grip, fingers twitching as he tries and fails to touch you.

“So—full—ahhn—!” His voice is wrecked. Every time you slam down, his eyes flutter and roll. You ride him harder, using his cock for your own pleasure, hips rolling and grinding against his pelvis on every downstroke so your clit gets friction.

Drool starts spilling from his open mouth again almost immediately. His head presses back into the pillow, neck straining, eyes crossing as you fuck yourself on him. You lean down and lick the drool from his chin before kissing him messily, swallowing his desperate whimpers.

“Gonna—gonna cum—please—let me—!” he babbles, voice high and broken.

You don’t slow down. You ride him through his orgasm, clenching around him as he pulses and spills inside you with a strangled cry. But you keep moving, chasing your own pleasure, overstimulating his sensitive cock. His eyes roll back completely again, tongue hanging out as more drool runs down his face. His whole body jerks and twitches beneath you, wrists still pinned firmly above his head.

You use him relentlessly—bouncing, grinding, taking what you want. Every thrust makes wet squelching sounds and forces more broken, dumb noises from his throat. “C-can’t—too much—feels—haaa—your pussy—!” His words dissolve into incoherent moans and sobs, tears flowing freely as another orgasm is ripped from him.