Working Out update

“Mmmm,” he moaned, licking and sucking at Laura’s pussy as though it were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. His finger thrust deeper into her ass, twisting as millimeter after millimeter of it went inside her.

“I’m coming!” Laura croaked, her body writhing insanely on top of the weight bench. “Ghhh! You’re making me come!” She held the upper bar as tight as she could, trying to hold herself back from reciprocating too violently. Her knuckles turned white as she forced her pussy against the man’s face, her thighs closing on either side of his head.

Flashes of pleasure exploded through her, whipping her head back and forth, driving her mad with passion. His tongue wouldn’t allow her to absorb any one sensation; it ran her ragged with constant stimulation. He devoured her tender clit with a never-ending hunger, not allowing her to go a moment without pleasure. Her body trembled with the tension of being so enraptured—sated by one orgasm and yet so close to another.

“Please… please…” Laura gasped, her eyes tightly shut. 

Helpless. She was helpless not to feel what he wanted her to feel. She couldn’t have stopped the feeling if she wanted to. Her fists clenched the bar to hold herself in place and she tried to force herself not to wrap her legs so tightly around his head, even with her clit caught in the sucking grip of his lips, her asshole impaled on his marauding finger. It was insane—so much more natural than all the niceties and politeness she was used to having to mouth—she wouldn’t have stopped this raw, animal satisfaction for the world.

“You like it? You like feeding me your cunt?” he gloated, rubbing his mouth against her wet cunt to bask in her juices for a moment, cover himself… mark himself. His nostrils flared as he sucked in great gulps of air—he wanted to dive into her sex and force her into orgasm with one long tonguing.

“Don’t stop! Eat me! Make me come!” Laura rasped, ordering him around even as she moved her pussy needfully against his mouth, bending her spine in a deep arch to beg for his tongue. “Please,” she added, trying to be romantic.

He smirked as he let her writhe haplessly for moments on end, not knowing how close he came to Laura snapping and forcing herself on him. He knew that the longer he waited, the more powerfully Laura would need him, but he had no idea how much Laura needed him already, the animal in her desperate for the good mating that he was taunting her with.

He bowed his head, putting his tongue inside of Laura’s opening, and just his entrance made her throw back her head in satiation.

“My clit!” Laura reminded him huskily. She dug her heels into his back, trying to get him deeper into her now that she had him inside. “Suck my clit… I really want to come.”