Did I Ask?

“Cirrus, don’t just come out and say it like that. You’ll scare the poor thing,” she sighs, rubbing your back in soothing circles.

Eventually you’re able to breathe properly and squeak out a little, “what?”

“The monstrance clock ritual. You know, the bi-annual one where we all get together and… worship.”

At least you don’t have anything in your mouth when she says it this time. You’re still gobsmacked, though. She can’t help the grin which cracks over her face. Cumulus swats at her.

You like the two ghoulettes. They’d taken you under their wing when you joined the Ministry a few months ago, pointed you in the right direction as you found your feet here. Like tonight, you often find yourself hanging out in their dorm. You might not have been a Sibling for very long but yeah, you’ve heard of the ritual. It sounds… intense, all those people gathering in order to make an offering of their bodies to Him.

You’re kind of intrigued though. You’d be a fool not to be. The idea of it is thrilling. Delicious. 

“Do you… do you two go often?” you ask, trying to sound smooth and utterly failing. Cirrus shrugs.

“Yeah, pretty much every single time. It’s a great way to let off some steam. Fun icebreaker for new members of the church, too.”

She prods you playfully with the toe of her boot. You let your gaze run up her leg and really look at her for a second, her body trapped in all that black. You’d be lying if you said she wasn’t sexy. Cumulus, too. But you can’t just tell your two best friends that they’re hot without feeling… well. A lingering sense of Catholic guilt about the whole thing.

“What’s it like?” you ask quietly. You’re aware Cumulus’s hand is still on your back. It’s warm. You feel your face growing hotter. Are you actually considering this?

“Well, it can be a little overwhelming to start with, but it’s easy to get into. There’s no pressure to do anything. Sometimes people come just to watch and it’s enough for them. If you’re there you’re kinda implying you’re down for anything, but it’s not binding, you can tap out at any time and nobody will mind. Also there’s protein bars and juice boxes if you need a pick-me-up mid session.”

Cirrus lists things on her fingers as she goes, holding eye contact with you. You’re getting hotter. Cumulus is still touching you and you’re excruciatingly aware of it.

“But… but what if…” you trail off. Cumulus puts her finger under your chin.

“Oh, baby. Are you worried nobody is going to want to fuck you?”

You nod, burning under her gaze. She tuts again, softly.

“We’ll bring you with us. We’ll start you off, honey.” Cumulus looks to Cirrus who nods, enthusiastic.

Okay, great, your two very hot ghoul best friends are propositioning you. Cool. Nice. You’re about to burst into flames.

“I don’t think you’ll need to worry. You’ll get a lot of interest, especially because you’re new. The Papas will all want to try you out, as it were,” Cirrus says. “Consider it part of the initiation. I mean, are you really a member of the Ministry if Terzo’s tongue hasn’t been inside you?”

Cumulus laughs at that, but your thoughts have been dragged somewhere you weren’t expecting. The Papas? The idea has you squeezing your legs together, tight. All of them have their allure, of course. Primo is graceful; Secondo severe. Terzo’s a casanova. And Papa Emeritus IV is so sincere in every interaction you’ve ever had with him that you can’t imagine him joining in on a ritual orgy but you’d kinda like to see him in action.

You’d kinda like to see everyone in action.

“Okay,” you squeak. The two ghoulettes look up at you.

“Yeah?” asks Cumulus, softly, her face taking on a wicked smile to match Cirrus’s. You nod.

“Yeah. I wanna do it.”

“Well, you’re gonna wanna go and wash and eat first. It makes the whole thing more pleasant. Wear something easy to take off. And don’t bother with underwear. We’ll pick you up at eleven and head down to the sanctuary,” Cumulus says. You check the time and realise it’s later than you thought - nine pm gives you two hours to get ready. 

“Go on! We’ll see you soon,” Cirrus finishes, shooing you good-naturedly. You practically trip over your habit as you head to the door, heart pounding as you start the walk back to your room.

You do wear something easy to take off. A simple black robe, modest for now, but daring when you know there’s nothing underneath it. You wash your hair, moisturise, put on your best smelling scents. Attempt to look radiant. Stare at yourself in the mirror. Wonder if you’ll be enough. Realise that Cumulus and Cirrus seemed interested in fucking you even when you were in your ordinary habit sprawled out on the bed, and if what they said is true, the very idea of you being something new enough to make you fascinating to everyone else.

“I’ll just do it once, and if it’s bad, I won’t do it again,” you tell your reflection. There’s a knock at the door and you spring up, practically running over to open it.

Cirrus and Cumulus look you up and down, smiling when they see how you’re dressed.

“You look lovely, honey,” Cumulus says, in a voice thick and heavy with desire. You swallow.

“So do you both.”

They do. Black dresses suit them. It leaves nothing to the imagination, and you can’t wait to touch the skin beneath. Yet, when Cirrus reaches out to take your hand, you find that you’re trembling.

“You don’t have to do this,” she says, softly. You swallow down your nerves and shake your head.

“No, I want to. Just… stay with me at first, okay?”

“As if you could stop us,” says Cumulus with a chuckle.

Your hands in theirs, they lead you to the sanctuary. It’s been cleared of pews, the only decorations being hundreds of black candles which light the perimeter of the vast room, a few comfortable leather couches; and the symbols drawn in chalk on the floor. There are dozens of other Siblings here as well as a handful of ghouls; some who you recognise from your time in the Ministry, some of whom are completely new to you. You get a couple of smiles and waves from those you’re more familiar with: a brother who works in the kitchen, a sister who helps Primo in the gardens.

You wonder if you’ll know what they taste like by the end of the evening.

And, of course, there are the Papas. Papa Emeritus IV is standing at the pulpit, the most well-dressed of the crowd in his papal vestments. The previous Papas are wearing simple robes, sporting none of their usual grandeur - but you understand that accessibility is the code of the evening.

Their eyes flick over to you as you make your way into the crowd. You’ve been noticed. A chill runs up your spine and it’s thrilling. You wonder what they have in store. You hope it’s wicked. 

There’s some muttering as you all wait for the ritual to begin, Cumulus and Cirrus squeezing your hands. A few more people join the room before the heavy wooden doors are closed for the evening, sealing you in, as it were - and there is the brassy, loud sound of a clock beginning to strike. You’re not sure from where it tolls, but it reverberates throughout the room.

Here goes nothing.

Papa Emeritus IV begins to read from some old, leather-bound book. Your Latin is not word-perfect but you can pick out some key phrases: Desire. Flesh. Offering. The tension in the room is palpable as he reads, the gathered ritual-goers growing more excited, hands already beginning to wander in anticipation. You’re going to burst, you just can’t take any more, and then—

“In His name, we begin.”

Papa slams the book shut with a resounding clap. You look at Cumulus.

“So, uh, how do we–”

And then she’s kissing you.

Her mouth is soft but insistent on yours, holding your face between her hands. You moan against her and part your lips, making room for her tongue when she swipes it out. Your body responds immediately. It’s like electricity, jumping all over your skin directly from her fingertips, a live wire directly to your cunt. 

Another pair of hands are on your body and you know they’re Cirrus’s. She maps out the shape of your body with her palms, admiring your curves before coming up to squeeze your tits. You squeak into Cumulus’s mouth.

“So eager, hmm?” she purrs in your ear. You break the kiss just long enough to nod enthusiastically.

“Yeah. Yes,” you choke. Cirrus spins you around so she can kiss you and Cumulus is happy to relinquish her hold on you, but only so that she can reach down and start pulling up the hem of your robe. She chuckles when she finds you bare.

“Ahh, you did what we asked. Good pet,” Cumulus says, and you might just come from that, actually. She slowly lifts your robe off of you and you straighten your arms without hesitation so she can undress you properly. For a second you’re worried things are going too quickly, but a little look around the room shows you are far from the only naked one. People have flocked together, bare, kissing and touching and caressing. A few in pairs, wrapped in each other; most in groups passing themselves around. They’re lost in the desire of it all, in this carnal form of worship. You feel yourself getting more aroused from just watching it all.

Then Cirrus slides her hand over your cunt and you almost combust.

“So wet already…” she hums, pausing only so she can undress herself. Her dark grey skin is beautiful in the candlelight. You feel Cumulus doing something similar, her body pressing into yours, and then they’re both touching between your legs. Cirrus keeps her mouth on you as Cumulus litters you with kisses and bites over your shoulders, giggling as you begin to lose yourself in it all.

“Aww, you gonna come, sweetheart?” Cirrus teases. With her fingers on your clit you’re not sure how you can hold back, and when Cumulus shoves your legs just far enough apart to slide hers inside you, your whole body lights up.

You come on their hands, body trembling as you relax into their embrace. They hold you through it, petting your body, running their nails across your hot skin, tweaking your nipples to heighten the experience. You even feel a tongue dart out to lick around your areola and you choke a bit.

“That… that was…” you begin, but you realise another presence has joined you. 

“Hey Dew,” Cirrus says, trailing her knuckles along your arm in sweet possessiveness. “Come to join us, or try your luck with the newbie?”

“If she’ll have me,” he says, cocking his head at his fellow ghouls and a smile at you. You can see he’s already hard, his ghoulish length ridged unlike a human’s, deliciously impressive and bobbing against his stomach. Fuck. Yeah. You’ll have him.

You feel a little bad, about to offer to return the orgasm Cirrus and Cumulus just bestowed upon you, but they push you into Dewdrop’s arms when they see how excited you are.

“You go have fun, honey,” says Cumulus, kissing at Cirrus’s neck.

“And you thought nobody would wanna fuck you…” Cirrus says to you. Dew raises his eyebrows.

“You thought nobody would wanna fuck you, baby? Oh, that’s so sad. You’re gorgeous.”

Your lips are already puffy from the attention of the ghoulettes, but when Dewdrop kisses you, you can’t help but moan into it. His mouth is firmer than Cumulus’s, more insistent, tongue diving against yours when you relax into his chest. He carefully steers you backwards, never breaking contact, and you feel soft leather hit the back of your legs. You collapse into the sofa and let him crawl over you, hands coming to cup your tits, digging his clever fingers into needy flesh. You moan. You can’t say you’ve never admired Dewdrop, the way he can so masterfully play his guitar onstage, it’s fucking mesmerising. Secretly, you’ve wondered what those fingers can do to you. But then…

Your hand reaches out to wrap around him and he chokes into your mouth, groaning as you begin to pump him, feeling every ridge of his strange, demonic cock. He’s warm in your hand, heavy, and you’re suddenly full of curiosity.

“Dew?”

“Mmm?” he mutters against your skin, dropping his mouth to your neck so he can work at the skin there, pressing his teeth over the nibbles Cumulus already gave you. You’ll be a palimpsest of their affections later, of bitemarks and bruises; but you can’t bring yourself to mind.

“Can I suck you off?”

He goes still.

“Fuck, yeah, baby.”

You push him back so you can rearrange yourselves, him sitting on the sofa and you between his legs. He grips the leather arms as you take his cock in your hand, looking up and grinning at him before you run your tongue along the vein on his underside. He tries not to buck.

“Shit, yeah, that’s it…”

You’re glad he seems to be just as swept up in all of this as you are. When your lips close around the tip his eyes roll back and he tangles his fingers in your hair. You begin to sink your mouth down on him, tasting every ridge of his ghoulish sex, surprised to find he tastes slightly sweeter than the humans you’ve been with. Maybe it’s to attract desperate little things to you like him. It’s working.

There are a pair of hands on your hips, gloved - not Dew’s. You stop sucking just long enough to look round.

Angular papal paints, dark hair, a wicked look in his mismatched eyes. Mostly undressed by now, but a billowing shirt still on. Terzo smiles.

“Nice to meet you, tesoro. I’m glad you came down to join us tonight.”

He reaches over to press a kiss on your back and you mewl at it. He leaves an imprint of black lips on your spine, his little mark on your for the evening. 

“I’ve been watching you for a while, now. You’re… intriguing. You already seem to be satisfying our friend here…” he nods up to Dew who’s watching you, wide-eyed and eager to see what you will do to him next. “...so I know your mouth is talented. But I want to know how your cunt tastes. Will you allow me?”

You’re frozen for a moment before you nod so hard you almost give yourself whiplash.

“Yeah. Yes, please, Papa.”

“Please what, tesoro?”

He’s grinning, cheeky. A man who likes to hear explicitly what he’s being asked for.

“Please eat me out.”

He taps your hip, getting you to shift up so he can position himself beneath you before he pulls you cunt-first onto his face. You moan as his tongue finds where you need it most, diving inside you, and Cirrus’s words from earlier ring in your mind.

Are you really a member of the Ministry if Terzo’s tongue hasn’t been inside you?

You are now, you suppose, because you can feel him press it into your pussy, tasting your wetness directly from the source. He knows just how to use his mouth, alternating between kissing at your clit before licking all the way down to the rim of your other hole, making you squeal. 

Still, though, there is the matter of the ghoul in front of you. It would be rude to ignore him, so you try to concentrate on poor Dew, too. You press your lips along the side of his now-weeping cock and he groans, throwing his head back on the sofa.

“There we go, baby. Fuck, you’re so good at this. You like being eaten out by a Papa, huh?” asks the ghoul, cocking a brow. You nod around his dick, taking him as deep into your mouth as you can. He grips the leather so hard he rips it with his claws, cursing in Infernal. You don’t speak it but you’re pan-lingual enough when it comes to sex to know you’re doing a good job. 

You’re going to get lost in the pleasure of this all so you try to ground yourself: everything Terzo does to your cunt you try and replicate on Dew’s cock. Terzo licks a stripe along your pussy, you lick one down Dew’s shaft. Papa plays with your clit, you press your tongue into his slit. You hear Terzo is vocalising enthusiastically under you and you turn for a second to look over your shoulder, only to find another ghoul pressing the third Emeritus’s cock down his throat. Omega - you think that’s his name - winks at you as he notices your attention is now on him, but a hand on your head draws you back to what’s at hand.

“Sweetheart, I’m close… please…” chokes Dew, and you focus your attention on him once again. The pressure in your cunt is building and you press your lips down onto his cock, taking him fully down to the base.

“Fuck!” Dew chokes, coming down your throat in hot jets. You grin around him as Terzo trips you over the edge and you soak his face with your orgasm, a tight spring unwound for the second time tonight. 

Hopefully there will be more. 

Not wanting to crush him with the full weight of your orgasm-weak body - though, knowing Terzo, he might think it’s the best way to go - you climb off of the previous Papa and his mouth is immediately taken up by Omega, the two of them wrapping into an embrace and getting lost in each other. It feels almost too intimate to watch. You’re pulled back into the moment when you realise Dew is stroking your arm affectionately. 

“Those two always find each other in these things,” he hums, pressing his lips to the back of your hand. You reach down and kiss him properly, letting him taste his own release on your tongue, and he groans into your mouth. You’re about to go for round two with him, when suddenly you feel two strong hands on your waist and you’re being hoisted onto someone’s shoulder.

“Eep-!”

“Hey, we were about to—”

“She’ll be back later, Dew.”

It’s Mountain, the tallest ghoul in the pack. Dew scoffs as you’re taken away but someone else soon takes up his attention and empty lap, so you can’t feel too bad about it.

You look down at Mountain with wide eyes as he carries you across the room, floor full of siblings taking their pleasure from each other. 

“M-Mountain?” you manage. Hearing his name from your lips makes him smirk.

“You’ve been asked for,” he says, giving your ass a slap for good measure, his fingers stroking along your wetness. 

“By… by you?”

He chuckles.

“No. We can go later, if you’ll have me,” he says, his timbre low, and you find yourself nodding.

“Yes, yes please.”

“Eager.” It isn’t an insult. He carefully places you down on your feet, gesturing to the sofa behind you. You turn and gasp.

Primo and Secondo are sharing a sister. Secondo’s cock is down her throat, Primo taking long, languid movements of his hips to fuck her. Her eyes are rolling back in her head in a way which sends a lightning bolt straight to your cunt. Totally lost in the haze of being taken by two Papas who know how to drag pleasure out of her body, she can only mewl as she finds her release and they come inside her soon after. Carefully she removes herself from them, wiping her brow, giving them both a little smile and nod as she stands on shaky legs. Despite the cum dripping out from between her thighs they’re both still hard.

“Thank you, Papas,” she says hoarsely, timidly, but with an air of total satisfaction.

“Enjoy your evening, Sister,” Primo says, and then their gazes are on you.

Oh. You realise who you’ve been summoned by.

The sister shoots you an enthusiastic thumbs up as she walks away, tumbling into Mountian’s arms who scoops her up - either to take care of her, or fuck her further, or maybe both - and you’re beckoned to take her place on the sofa. You do, anticipation making you tremble, kneeling on the middle seat.

“Aren’t you a pretty sight, bella?” Primo hums, his long fingers reaching out to stroke the side of your face. You nuzzle into his touch and he caresses your cheek, bringing you down for a kiss which you lean into gratefully. His mouth tastes of cunt - probably the previous sister’s - and it’s so erotic you jolt at the tang. You feel Secondo grab your ass, giving your cheeks an appreciative squeeze, fingers digging into the meat of it before he gives it a slap which has you squealing.

“Such a pretty little cunt, sorella. I can’t believe nobody here has filled it up yet…” he growls, and you’re almost coming there and then. He angles your hips so he can position himself better and then he’s pressing into you, his cock taking up the space throbbing inside you that was desperate to be filled. He groans as he slides in, inch by inch, until his hips finally sit flush with yours.

“Ah, look at you… taking me so well…” he gives a hard thrust and you yelp, hot with the pleasure of it all. Primo’s hand rests in your hair and gently guides you towards his length and you open your mouth like a good little sorella, sucking him up to the base while looking up at him through fluttering eyelashes. Primo hisses in pleasure and comes to cup your jaw so he can feel himself in your throat, then gently encourages you to begin to work up and down his shaft.

You needn’t bother finding a rhythm, because it is then that Secondo starts in earnest. His hips slam into you with such roughness that you’re seeing stars, and as he fucks you, you begin to move up and down on Primo’s cock from the sheer force of it.

“That’s it… take us… ah, bellissima…” Primo hums as you take him as far down your throat as you can. His cock is long but not so thick that your jaw aches, which you’re thankful for, but it does choke you just a delicious amount. Tears form in your eyes from the overstimulation and all you can do is let your body go slack as they use you, bouncing you between them and feeding pleasure into you from it.

Your next orgasm is building. Your cunt is beginning to spasm around Secondo and he can feel it, pushing in and out of you at a punishing pace. You take Primo to the hilt, burying your face in the coarse hair at his base, and his hand slips around your throat. Your release crashes over you like a tsunami hitting a beach, flooding the second Papa completely. He hisses in satisfaction as he comes inside of you and you drip down his cock in return, painting your walls with his spend, and Primo finishes in your mouth.

You collapse into the sofa, and they slowly slide out of you. Your pussy and jaw sting in a delicious way as they retreat and, with a dull amazement, you realise they’re both still hard. You glance up at Primo who chuckles.

“Call it a Satanic gift, sorella. All Papas have similar blessings. Thank you for joining us.”

You turn and see Mountain is back, looming dutifully, a brother now at his side. Their next offering, you suppose - he looks excited and you can’t blame him. You bid the Papas farewell and give the new brother a squeeze on his shoulder of solidarity before Mountain offers you his arm.

“Are you alright?” he asks, gently, and you nod. 

“Yeah. Dizzy. I think I need a snack.”

“Let’s get you to the refreshments.”

You put your hand in the crook of his elbow and let him walk you past the groups of brothers and sisters who have fallen into each other. Though you’ve already come three times, the sight of it all makes you wet again. You can see Terzo on all fours being taken by Omega, the two of them lost in their own world; Cirrus and Cumulus have located Aurora and brought her into their embrace. It’s only when you feel something being pressed into your hand you realise Mountain has given you a protein bar.

“Eat,” he instructs, watching you raptly as you open it and devour it. It might be the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted, but you have just had two loads of jizz in your mouth, so that probably helps. When you’re done he takes the wrapper and passes you a juice box, already impaled with a little plastic straw, which you slurp down greedily. Your poor throat has been through a lot and needs some soothing.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“So do you just like… collect people for the Papas? Or do you like to join in?” you ask, eyes trailing down his thick frame to the heavy cock he’s sporting, rising in interest. He huffs under your gaze, a little shy.

“I participate occasionally. But mostly I like to watch,” he confesses, his dark eyes fixed on you. Oh. You can certainly put on a show if he’s interested, and as your hand goes for another juice box —

Your fingers brush someone else’s.

You withdraw, jumping, and turn to face their owner. It’s Papa Emeritus IV, his smeared papal paints revealing he must have just been with a partner. Partners, perhaps. His eyes are wide as he takes you in - you must be a mess - but the look he gives you is one of appreciation, not judgement.

“Oh! Sister. You have been enjoying yourself, eh?” he asks, with a wink. You feel your face grow hot all over again.

“Yes, Papa, thank you, I am. And yourself?”

“Ah, these rituals are always good fun, hm? They’re great for morale, you know!” he says, as if he’s talking about a damned work retreat. It’s cute. He’s cute. He picks up the juice box you both reached for and offers it to you.

“Oh, that’s very kind, Papa. We could… we could share it, though?” you suggest, and his eyes go wide.

“I’d enjoy that.”

You look over your shoulder to where Mountain remains, an eyebrow cocked at your strange flirtation.

“Can… can Mountain watch?” you ask. Papa swallows thickly and nods.

“Sì. I’d enjoy that, too.”

When he kisses you he tastes of sex. Anonymous partners linger on his tongue and you moan into it, his arms wrapping around you to bring you closer. You cling onto his shoulders as he hefts you up to sit you on the corner of the snack table, his hand reaching between your legs as his hips push them open. 

“Already been used, hm? Fuck, sorella, you didn’t hesitate to jump in…” he hums. You giggle and kiss him again - only taking a break so you can have a sip of your juice. You beckon him forward and open your mouth, swilling it between the two of you and encouraging him to drink. You did say you’d share, after all. He moans in satisfaction at the filth of it and does as you bid.

“I didn’t. But I want you now, Papa. Will you have me?”

His mismatched eyes grow dark with desire as he swipes his thumb over your clit, gleeful in how you keel and moan at his contact. You glance over to Mountain who’s grown hard by this point, cock in his fist as he watches his Papa manoeuvre you so he can slide inside. You gasp at how sensitive you’ve become, your poor pussy practically tingling as he begins to cant his hips. 

“Cazzo… look at you… you were built for this… to be here with us and worship tonight… I’m sure the Old One is watching you…” he rasps, pressing messy kisses down the length of your body, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking hard. You yelp and watch him, admiring the smear of black paint he leaves on you. Marked by the current Papa as well as Terzo, how delicious. You won’t touch it for the rest of the night, you don’t think. 

You lie back, shoving the table clear, letting your Papa and Mountain get a good view of how your tits bounce as you’re fucked. Emeritus groans, slightly obsessed with them, tweaking you until you cry out under the sting of pleasure-pain. His cock hits all the right places, brushing against that sweet spot inside you, and you know you’re going to come again; especially when his hand drops to start roughly fingering your clit.

“Yes-yes-yes-there-there-there—!” you whine, tempted to screw your eyes shut, but preferring to look at Mountain. The ghoul is lost in the two of you, his hand practically a blur as he fucks himself, and as you come all over Emeritus’s cock Mountain spills over his own fist with a bitten-off roar.

Papa pulls out and coats your stomach with his cum, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. You think the earth might be shaking.

“Fuck,” you breathe, watching as he reaches up from your cunt to rub his own release into your skin, marking you as his. He’s still hard. He doesn’t appear to be interested in moving on yet, grabbing an ankle and kissing up your leg, hot gaze trained on you. 

“Another, sorella?” he asks. 

With that, your mind is made up. 

You’re going to come back next ritual. 

Pick the Karl of your choice - he loves to be in control, but you want to play. And honestly he loved to hear you beg.

I imagine him sprawled out on the bed like this (but naked!):

Leaned back against the pillows, stretched out for you and watching you with those dark, heated hazel eyes, a little bit dangerous, a little bit wicked…

His cock is long and thick, curving just a little toward his stomach, but it’s perfect - not too big, like it was literally made for you to take.

When he’s hard, his cock is so hot, it’s like it could almost burn your palm, and you love it. Silky and smooth, a drop of precum beading at the tip the moment you get in position. When you flick your tongue over the bead of liquid he growls.

The vein that runs along of his cock is thick and you drag your tongue along the length, making him twitch. You tease him at first, taking the tip in your mouth, then purring at how delicious he is. You feel like you could do this for hours.

When you take his cock a little bit further into you mouth, he rumbles, hips flexing as he tries not to thrust, but he soon loses his battle with patience.

He threads his thick fingers in your hair, guiding you to take him deeper. He’s not rough, but he’s in control again, and it makes your center throb. He carefully makes you take him deeper, his hands tangled in your hair as he controls the pace and depth while he fucks your mouth, and when you finally take his cock into your throat he groans, a gravelly, rough sound of utter appreciation, and rumbles, “that’s my good girl, take all of me” making you whimper helplessly.

When he finally comes, you relish his moans of pleasure, swallowing the first pulse of come down your throat, then letting the next streams stripe across your tits, watching his cock twitch and throb for you, because of you. Honestly, he’s just gorgeous like this and you will never get enough.