Blowjob (3)[R18+]

"...urgghh...ohh..ohh!" Mickey's uncontrollable moans soared around the room.

His eyes were locked on Ayra, watching her every movement as she leaned in, eating his entire dick with upmost ease, her actions deliberate yet precise.

It was mesmerizing—so much so that he felt as if he had been transported somewhere else entirely.

Heaven. Yes, this had to be heaven. A sloppy, slurpy heaven.

The feeling was immense. He would have wished to ask her to go deeper, but she had already taken it all with each gag. She went so deep that he wasn't quite sure were his dick was- all he could really feel was the warm, wet texture of her mouth as she continued.

"Urggh...Mmm...grhhh...grhhh." She strained as she continued her gag.

Her gaze flickered up, and for a brief moment, their eyes met. Her expression was unreadable, her lips parted slightly, yet she did not waver—she did not slow down.

If anything, her movements became more fluid, more instinctive, as if each strain of a cock going down her throat had no effect on her. She placed her soft hands at each of his sides, using them as a guide as she continued her feast.

"Ohh....yeahh! Ohhhh! Mmm..." His breath hitched as a sudden surge of heat coursed through him.

He clenched his fists, his body trembling from the sheer intensity of the deepthroat. The sensation was overwhelming, and yet, he found himself wanting more.

His gaze lifted, the moment taking him further into uncharted territory. He didn't know when it happened—perhaps it was the way she moved, or the way his senses seemed to betray him—but suddenly, he was no longer a passive observer.

His hand found its way to her neck, fingers curling gently, guiding her pace to that with which would bring the greatest pleasure to him...and that was-

"Faster...Faster...."

Normally, hesitation would have gripped him, but not now. Not here. Not when everything felt so… right.

The heat in the air thickened, the space between them collapsing, and for the first time, he let himself be completely consumed by the moment.

The melody of movement soared to greater heights as her lips were taken asunder from his rigid length, and went on lower to his balls.

In truth, he'd never believed that he'd have enjoyed the act of ball licking, but the sheer sensation of having his balls in her mouth being sucked with her might, made his moans grow louder.

He didn't even realize when he started moving on instinct alone. He pulled back, grabbing his rigid cock as he guided it back into her lips. A soft chuckle escaped from her lips as she graciously accepted it.

Slurp

Slurp

Slurp

Grghh

She resumed her feast on his cock, eating his full dick without any aid from her hands as though she didn't need it.

Then, just as he thought the undying pleasure would never end, she pulled back, exhaling softly.

Her breath came in slow, measured waves as she adjusted herself, sinking into the bed. Her gaze was molten white, her cheeks flushed with a warmth that mirrored his own.

And then there was that smile—a slow, knowing curve of her lips that sent something sharp through him.

He was still breathing heavily, still lost in the aftermath, when her voice cut through the silence.

"You're staring."

His fingers twitched at his sides before he reached out, brushing the curve of her cheek with the back of his hand.

His expression was unreadable, but his mind—his mind raced, searching for an anchor, for something solid to hold onto. And yet, there was only this. Only her.

He exhaled, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I don't remember telling you to stop."

For a moment, she merely studied him, amusement flickering in her gaze. Then, her smile widened.

"Oh? Is that so?"

He leaned forward, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Say ah."

She tilted her head slightly, her expression one of playful curiosity before she parted her lips, her smile never fading.

And then— they continued.

Once more, he was pulled into the abyss of sensation, the world narrowing down to nothing but movement, breath, and the lingering feeling of her tongue rubbing against his dick.

His hands found their way to her head, guiding her pace, slower at first, then steadily faster. Faster.

The intensity built, spiraling, twisting, coiling within him like a storm barely held at bay.

He thrust forward, driven by something beyond thought, beyond reason. And yet, despite everything, his mind refused to drift to the inevitable.

'No, this—this feeling was too good to toss away.' This was something else entirely, something worth losing himself in.

And so, he continued his paced mouth fuck, each thrust harder than the last and resulting in louder gags from Ayra's stuffed mouth.

"Urghh...gruuh. frughh."

Slurp

Slurp

He didn't stop, even as she tried to catch her breath. He didn't let her. Wouldn't let her. And what was better about this was she didn't resist—not once. If anything, she met him with the same unyielding fervor, matching him in rhythm, in intensity, in purpose.

Their eyes met again, locked as he watched streams of saliva roll down her lips, dripping onto her clothed bosoms. and it only fueled him further. Confidence surged through him, unshakable, absolute.

And then—

"Take it off. Take your top off." He commanded.

She wasted no time. She shifted, her movements fluid, as she immediately took off her shirt.

Thud

The soft thud of her top landing on the floor echoed about, but what caught Mickey's gaze more were the two beauties which stood, pointed right at him.

From her sheer shape during their first meeting, he could tell that she'd look gorgeous without her clothes. But what he saw was far superior to being termed "gorgeous".

He barely had time to react before she grabbed ahold of his cock once more, her soft succulent hands stroking against his stuffed length. He clenched his jaw, his vision blurring at the edges.

"How is that?" she murmured.

His breath was ragged, his eyes barely open. Overwhelmed. That was the only word for it. Her touch, her presence—it was too much, too perfect, too consuming.

And then it came. A slow burst of sensation that unraveled him completely. His grip tightened, his hand tracing down as he pulled her closer. Not to push, not to demand, but to hold—to anchor himself against the tide threatening to pull him under.

He lifted her slightly, his fingers curling against her skin. And for a moment, everything stilled. Suspended in time, in breath, in something neither of them could name.

Then, finally, his lips met her tits.

A slow, deep intoxicating suckle which shot moans up her lips as she continued her strokes- not daring to stop.

After a moment, he pulled back, his hand found its way to the crown of her head. He didn't need to say anything. Didn't need to ask. She already understood.

And with a gentle push, she returned back to her initial position, ready to recommence her feast.

He could do this forever. Mouth fuck her forever. Be with her forever.

Because in this moment, nothing else mattered...or so he thought.

Ayra wasted no time to recommence her blowjob, sucking on his dick as she gently rubbed her hands around his balls, caressing them.

The feeling was consuming. Too consuming that soon Mikey found himself screaming-

"Ah..Ah...I-I-I'm coming!!"

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