Two Blondes update

Then Clark’s words were only a muffled groan of pleasure, savoring the sweet taste he found between Karen’s powerful thighs. He sucked at the soft, silky hairs of her thatch, then blew his warm breath across her trembling pink mons. 

Then, with a deep breath, he blew far colder air over her labia, up to her clit, Karen gasping and moaning as his Arctic breath ran over her womanhood like ice water, dampening her lust, only for it to come back tenfold when his tongue darted into her wetness, whipping her back to a blazing arousal.

Karen flinched with agonized desire as his tongue probed deep inside her—she bent her knees and wrapped her legs around his neck, locking her ankles together behind him. Pulling him hard into her sex, his face basked in the steamy warmth of her lust for him.

The throbbing ache she felt—so turned on but with so little to do with all her lust—gripped Karen like a vise. She grabbed the back of Clark’s head, grinding his mouth into her flowing pussy. When she felt his hard teeth on her soft mound, she screamed: “Bite me! God, yes, I want you to devour me!”

Clark slid his hands onto the insides of her thighs, thumbing the edges of her swollen mound and easing apart either side of her labia, to completely expose the smoldering entrance to her cunt. Marked by her stiff little clit above, like a treasure on a map. He licked her throbbing clitoris into his mouth, biting at it teasingly, barely dimpling it with the points of his sharp teeth.

Karen cried out again, her tortured need mounting fast. She thrust her hips upward and pulled hard at Clark’s head. The move pushed his teeth into the sensitive quiver of her clit, making pure pleasure surge into her body. Suddenly, Karen was drowning in warmth, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“That—that’s it!” Karen gasped, her body bursting, her lower lips fluttering around Clark’s exploring tongue. “Rao, you’re a fucking wolf! Fucking eating me! Making me come so hard—so you can fucking eat it!”

As her orgasm peaked, Clark sucked more gently at her. It prolonged her pleasure, but in a tinny way that didn’t quite hit the spot. When her climax ended, Karen was left feeling empty, raw hunger still thundering inside her. She didn’t want a sweet little kiss, she wanted him to smack her ass, to ram himself in and out of her all through her ecstasy like a maddened bull, not satisfied with a victory over her unless he had her unconditional surrender.

“Your pussy even comes sweetly,” Clark muttered, licking again through the delicate hairs, cleaning them of Karen’s juices. 

“Then fuck it. Fuck it hard!” Karen demanded, finally comfortable giving vent to her desires. She spun herself over, her thighs clamped around Clark’s neck so she took him with her, flipping him onto his back. Then she reversed, bringing herself over his cock and thrusting herself down on it. “Hard! Make it hard! Make it hurt!”

“Are you telling me to dominate you?” Clark asked, eyebrow quirked at the irony of the idea. Goddamn Lit major…

“No, I—just—oh God, I want it…” Being on top of Clark, lowering herself down onto his shaft, only made Karen realize anew just how big he was, how intimidating his massive cock was. She was so used to him pumping it into her, damn the consequences, the adrenaline high so big that she didn’t mind the pain, she relished it. How could she not love being stretched by that monster when she knew the pleasure it would inevitably give her? But now that it was her doing it to herself, using Clark instead of being used by him, Karen found herself timid.

She eased her boiling pussy down slowly onto him, taking almost a full minute to be penetrated by every inch of his cock. When her opening was at his base, their hairs intertwined, Karen squirmed around. She felt his balls pulsing along her smooth, satiny thighs.

“Unhh—that’s good, Karen. You’re so tight,” Clark grunted. 

He was throbbing so hard—Karen thought her poor little pussy would be shaken to pieces. She pulled herself up off him, but the sudden emptiness in her cunt was too disappointing to stand. Slowly, she inched her way back down.

Clark’s load was burgeoning, his knob pulsating, preparing itself for release. “Get ready for my cum,” he told her. “Some nice, hot cum for your nice, hot cunt.”