Extreme Thirst Zone

His eyes went wide, a genuine smile breaking across his face as your juices splashed against his chin and soaked his lips. He leaned in closer, tongue flicking out to catch every drop like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.

"Can you do that again?" he whispered,from that moment on, Weather was obsessed.

He started keeping water bottles by the bed. "Drink up, baby," he'd say, pressing the cold plastic into your hands without breaking eye contact. You'd take big gulps while he watched, his fingers already tracing lazy circles on your thigh. He wanted you full, wanted that pressure building inside you so he could pull it out with his mouth and hands. He didn't care about getting his dick wet, he needed you squirting all over his face.

Tonight was no different. You'd already downed almost two full bottles, your belly feeling heavy and warm as he laid you down on the sheets. Weather's hands were strong and sure when he pushed your legs apart, settling between them like he belonged there. His breath ghosted over your pussy, already slick from how he'd been teasing you for the last twenty minutes.

"You're beautiful." He pressed a kiss right above your clit. "Not soaked enough, tho. We have to fix that, right?"

"Weather..." You nodded, cheeks burning, but he didn't give you time to get shy. His tongue dove in, licking a slow stripe up your folds before circling your clit with perfect pressure. "F-fuck! So... soo good, We."

Two fingers pushed inside you without a warning, your gummy walls swallowing them easily. "You're so warm, baby."

The wet sounds filled the room as he worked you open, sucking gently on your clit while his fingers pumped steadily. You were already dripping, but he wanted more.

He added a third finger, stretching you so good it made your eyes roll back. His mouth never stopped, tongue flicking fast and relentless while those fingers fucked into you with purpose. The pressure built fast, the feeling in your lower belly getting stronger with every thrust.

Weather groaned when he felt your walls start to flutter. "Yeah, baby, want to feel you squirt all over my tongue."

"Wea- ah! 'M close..." you whine, eyes shutting as you feel your walls clenching.

You came hard, a broken moan tearing from your throat as the orgasm crashed through you. He kept sucking and fingering, pressing down on your lower stomach with his other hand to help it along. The wet gush hit him full force, soaking his face and dripping down his chin onto the sheets. He moaned like it was better than anything, lapping it up greedily, his eyes locked on yours the whole time.

"So fucking hot," he panted, pulling his fingers out just to spread your lips open and watch your pussy clench and release.

Another smaller spurt followed, and he dove back in, drinking it straight from the source. His face was shiny and wet, hair damp at the edges, but he looked happier than you'd ever seen him.

He finally came up for air, lips glistening and crawled over you. His cock was hard and neglected against your thigh, but he didn't even reach for it. Instead he kissed you deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

"Again?" he said softly, already sliding back down your body.

"Weather, oh my god!" you laugh, feeling his breath in your pussy. "One of these days I'm going to piss all over you accidentally."

He looked up at you, his stupidly blue eyes and wide shoulders telling you that he does not give a fuck.