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Kael lounged on the sofa next to Kelly, his cock soft but still sticky from cumming between her tits. She sat there naked, her chest still flushed, a little smear of his cum drying on her throat where he'd missed with the tissues. He grinned at her, leaning back against the cushions. "So, I guess it's your turn now," he said, "Remember, I can make that pussy cum as many times as you want before my dick's ready to go again."

"Let's see," she said, ticking off on her fingers. "We fucked around in the hot tub. That was so damn hot. You ate my pussy two different ways with that tongue of yours, and then you watched me finger myself 'til I came. What's left that we haven't tried?"

Kael's grin widened, his mind already racing. "There's this one thing," he said, "usually for when both of us wanna cum at the same time, but it works just as fucking good for getting you off alone."

Her eyes lit up, that horny glint sparking again. "Show me," she demanded, scooting closer, her bare thigh brushing his.

"Follow me," Kael said, sliding off the sofa. He grabbed her hand and led her to the rug in front of the fireplace. Kelly flopped down on her back, spreading out, her legs slightly apart, her pussy already wet and shiny from their earlier fun. Kael moved over her, but flipped around—his head hovering above her tits, his chest right over her face, his soft cock and balls dangling near her head.

He started slow, dipping his head to kiss her tits, his lips brushing over the soft skin. Her nipples were already hard, sticking up like little buds, and he sucked one into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, sucking hard. Kelly moaned soft, her legs shifting, and he saw her hand twitch toward her pussy, ready to rub herself. "Wait," he whispered against her tit, his breath hot on her skin, stopping her cold. He kept going, sucking her other nipple, biting it lightly, feeling her squirm under him. Her breathing got faster, her chest heaving, and he knew she was wet as fuck down there.

Satisfied she was worked up, Kael slid down her body, repositioning so his face was between her thighs. Her pussy was right in front of him, dripping, her clit swollen and begging for his tongue. He felt her lips brush his cock, a soft kiss on the head, then another on his balls, her breath warm against him. She licked the base of his shaft, slow and tentative, her tongue flat and wet, teasing him even though he wasn't hard yet. Kael wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling them apart wider, her pussy opening up for him. He buried his face in her cunt, his tongue diving straight for her clit, licking it from a new angle—hard and fast, different from anything he'd done to her before.

Kelly gasped against his cock, her hips flexing up, trying to grind her pussy into his mouth. Kael tightened his grip on her thighs, digging his fingers into her skin, holding her still.

"I'm running this show," he muttered into her pussy, his voice muffled, letting her know he was in charge. He licked her clit slower now, dragging his tongue over it, then sucking it between his lips, controlling the pace. She moaned loud, her mouth moving sloppier against his dick—kissing it, licking it, but losing focus as the pleasure hit her. Her tongue slipped off his shaft, her lips just pressing against his balls, too distracted to keep it up.

Her hips bucked harder, fighting his grip, and he felt her pussy start to pulse against his tongue. He sucked her clit harder, flicking it fast, and she lost it—her whole body shaking as she came, her moans turning into sharp gasps. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" she cried, her thighs trembling in his hands, her pussy juices flooding his mouth. Kael didn't stop, keeping his tongue on her clit, licking slow and steady, drawing it out 'til she was whimpering, her body twitching like it was almost too much as dam broke and she cum. After a while, he gave her clit one last soft kiss, then pulled back, letting her catch her breath.

"Phew, holy shit," Kelly panted, her voice shaky, her chest heaving under him. "That was fucking insane."

Kael slid off her, rolling onto the rug beside her. He pressed his body against her back, spooning her, his chest warm against her spine. His cock rested soft against her ass, still spent from earlier, but he wrapped his arms around her tight, hugging her close. His hands slid up to cup her breast gently, his fingers brushing her nipples, soft and tender now after the rough control he'd just taken. He kissed the back of her neck, slow and sweet.

She sighed, melting into him, her breathing slowing down. "You're too fucking good at this," she muttered, a lazy smile in her voice, her body limp and satisfied against his.