I swirled my tongue around her clit, flicking at the sensitive nub and her labia as I went. Her pretty little cunny gaped at the end of my nose, the slippery opening sending me cross-eyed. Leaving my left hand on her hip, I eased the index and middle finger of my right into her.
Zainab’s moan was a pure guttural pleasure. I sawed my fingers in and out of her, applying pressure on the front wall of her vagina until I found that tell-tale change in texture that betrayed her G-spot. At the same time, I shifted angles to suck her clit into my mouth. Holding her button tightly between my lips, I flicked my tongue wildly across it.
Zainab moaned in an incoherent, tortured rapture. Her whole body swayed stiffly. I held onto her desperately with my left hand, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hip. The whole time, frantically worked her clit furiously and plunged my fingers in and out of her gooey core as fast as I could.
She stilled. She stopped breathing and her spastic moan halted.
I sucked harder, my fingers a blur. “Come for me, Baby,” I mumbled with a full mouth.
Zainab screamed deeply from her diaphragm, unable to hold back the torrent anymore.
My face was splashed with warm, rich fluid. I instantly knew what was happening, and ripped my fingers from Zainab’s gushing cunt. Opening my mouth, my lips tingling from their assault on my girlfriend’s clit, I hungrily dove for her opening.
She squirted again. This time, without my fingers in the way, the translucent liquid poured out of her pussy in a single thick stream. I caught it all in my mouth, hastily swallowing it down to ready for the next spurt. I revelled in the taste of that familiar sweet, almost tangy earthiness.
The third wave was much smaller, only half as long and thick as the previous. But I still caught it all, delighting in the rich flavour. And the fourth was little more than a heavy trickle, which I lapped from her pretty flower. I plunged my tongue back inside her sopping wet cunt to eat the rest of her.
Unable to hold herself up anymore, Zainab collapsed to the rug on her knees, cruelly denying me the pleasure of devouring the rest of her precious fluid. Her body heaved with deep gasps as she steadied herself on the coffee table. I was puffing heavily from the exertions myself.
She looked over her shoulder at me, lifting her head to peer at me through those cute black-framed glasses. She panted through a huge, open-mouthed smile, that ran from ear to ear. I smiled back at her, and we shared a breathless laugh.
Like a panther, she crawled up onto me, straddling me as she went. Holding my cock beneath her, she lined herself up, ready to impale her own horny cunt on my cock. But as she put her knee down in the final position, , she screamed out in pain and toppled off me. The metal frame of the couch must have dug into her leg.
“This couch is so shit,” Zainab laughed, trying to clamber off. “Ouw!”
“Yeah, it’s definitely not for fooling around on.” I sat up.
“Well, come on,” she smiled as she rose to her feet, holding out her hand. “Let’s finish this off in bed.”
I took her hand and followed her into the bedroom. Even after everything, we’d just done, I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at her spectacular naked ass right in front of me. I snorted a laugh, noticing that it was still a little sore from the spanking I had given her earlier.
“Hey, perve,” she smiled over her shoulder with mock admonishment.
What could I do, but smile and shrug my shoulders?
“Naughty boy,” she said playfully, pushing me back onto the bed.
I scooted backwards until I had my head on the pillow, kicking the blanket out from under me as I went. Zainab followed me on her knees, staring into my eyes through her cute glasses. She settled over my groin, lowering herself so that she was pressed against the underside of my cock. Her hot, wet labia felt so wonderful against my shaft.
“Staring at your girlfriend’s bare bottom.” She bit her bottom lip, then let it flick out in a smile. “Do you want to see my little boobies too, Will?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t make any sound come out. All I could manage was a nod.
She bent forward, conspiratorially whispering into my ear, “It’s really naughty showing boys my boobies, Will. I don’t want to be naughty. I’m a good girl, Will.”
I swallowed. “Good girls do what their boyfriends tell them,” I croaked back.
Zainab bit her lip again, smiling broadly, then laughing. “Am I your good girl, Will?”
“Yes, you are,” I managed to say more evenly, lifting the hem of her pale blue singlet and exposing her sexy, little navel.
Zainab giggled, taking the bottom of her singlet from me and pulling it over her head. Her perky breasts defied gravity on her chest. I fell into another trance, staring at those cute, puffy little nipples. I reached up, gently cupping her soft mounds and flicking my thumbs across her nubs. She gasped, her nipples hardening further to my touch.
“You really like them?” she breathed. “They’re not too small?”
“Oh, Zainab, you have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.” I was genuinely lost in them. I tore myself away to look her in the eyes. They were brimming, and her smile was nervous. “You are so beautiful.”
I sat up and kissed her passionately. She threw her arms around my neck and sank into the kiss. I, of course, kept my hands on her lovely breasts. She giggled in response to me rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, pulling away from the kiss. I took my chance and bent down to take one of her nipples into my mouth.
Zainab held my head to her chest as she threw hers back, arching her back and moaning softly. I nuzzled her perky breasts and flicked at her stiff, little nipples with my tongue. She rocked her hips in my lap, and I found myself clawing at her ass to aid her motion.
I felt her running her fingers through my hair. Then suddenly, she grabbed a tight handful and pulled my head back. She was there to meet me with a passionate kiss. She moaned deeply into my mouth as our tongues explored each other.
“I want you inside me.” She pushed me back down onto the bed and lifted herself up slightly.
I looked down between us, just in time to see her grab my cock and feed it into her hungry cunt. Her warm folds kissed the head of my cock deliciously before I was plunged deeply into her soaking heat. We both moaned in unison as her soft ass engulfed my aching balls.
I was buried to the hilt in her.
We stayed like that, motionless, for what seemed like an eternity. We stared into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily. Zainab leaned forward, placing her hands on my chest for support, and mine grabbed for her hips.
Holding my gaze, Zainab began pushing herself up and down on my cock. Only very small strokes at first, maybe an inch or so. But as she gave herself over, she slid farther up my shaft as she went, until finally, only my swollen head stayed inside her. Her downstrokes, too, became more frenzied, as she slammed herself down on my cock harder and harder.
Her moans gradually gave way to grunts as she bounced wildly on top of me. The sensation of my cock hammering in and out of her tight sheathe was incredible. Zainab was losing herself and began rubbing her clit as she fucked me. I could tell she was getting close.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned between puffs.
“Huh?” Zainab moaned, almost in despair.
“You don’t come until I tell you,” I growled back. “You show me what a good girl you are.”
Zainab almost looked panicked as she struggled to come to terms with my latest instruction. But she knew what to do. Whimpering as she slowed her pace on my cock, she stopped diddling her clit. Resting her hands back on my chest, she lazily ground herself into me, rocking her hips back and forth. A smug smile curled the corners of her mouth as she found a sustainable rhythm.
It was always a game with her. And I couldn’t let her win.
I fumbled over to the side of the bed, finding the pink vibrator still laying on the mattress. Zainab gasped as I held it up to her face, realising that she was doomed. I gently pressed the tip to her lips. She moaned against the vibrator, trying to resist. But she knew her fate.
Zainab began kissing the tip, her lips pouting in seductive, wet smacks. Then she started licking it. Just the end at first, then more and more of the pink shaft. Her engorged tongue was almost as bright as the toy. Both glistened magically as she thickly coated it with her saliva.
I took the toy away from her mouth, watching her eyes glaze over as I did. We had been here before, and I revelled in the feeling of Zainab’s body relaxing against mine. Her slow, grinding rolls stopped. She even stuck her ass out in resigned anticipation.
Drawing the tip through the crack of her ass, I felt for the tell-tale dip of her knot. As soon as I found it, I twisted the vibrator inside her asshole. Its intrusion created the most beautiful, catching gasp from Zainab. I could feel the toy through the thin membrane of flesh between her pussy and ass, making its way along the underside of my shaft.
We lay motionless, neither of us daring to move. Zainab had a look of complete concentration on her face, her eyes slightly narrowed. I couldn’t help but start to buck up into her. As I did, her face twitched. She was almost holding her breath.
Then I turned it on.
Zainab’s face dropped as she began to tremble. The pulsing vibrations travelled through into her pussy. The sensation against my own cock was incredible. I couldn’t help myself. I turned it up to full-bore, switching to the most intense setting.
“Oh, God! Please, Lawal, let me come!” Zainab cried.
It was all I could do to hold myself back. The vibrator was relentless. “Not yet,” I mumbled, catching myself dribbling as I did.
Strands of Zainab’s hair stuck to her face, plastered on by saliva, semen and sweat. Her eyes glazed and she bit her bottom lip. It was her last-ditch effort to hold on. She had nothing left.
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