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“Yeeesss, I’mmmm coming.”
    Her grip on my head loosened, so I pulled away and slapped her wet pussy with four closed fingers.
    She screamed, then her hips started jerking. I slapped it again and the cream started leaking right on my fingers before my eyes. Pulling my fingers out, I held them to her mouth, until she opened those pursed lips. That pink tongue snuck out to taste herself, then I put them in her mouth so she could suck on me, while, I licked her clean. She tasted so good, I might need more of this.
    Somehow I disengaged from her body, then stood to take a quick drink. It was time for round two, so I put my fingers in my drink, then put them in her mouth again. She opened with no hesitation.
    “I like how you suck on me.” I uttered.
    Pushing my fingers in further, she took them and held onto my arm so she could take more. Quickly, I pulled her up off the sofa and lead her upstairs to my Master Suite. Her eyes bulged when she saw the room. It wasn’t clear what part surprised her, the mirrors on the ceiling or the ribbons hanging from each end of the bed.
    “You are into BDSM?” She said as she backed away from me.
    “I’m into some aspects of it, but that is not what you and I are about to do,” I explain.
    “Okay,” she said in a warning tone. “I don’t do that.”
    “Don’t worry, with the way you taste, I’ll eat vanilla any day.”
    “Well, clearly I’m chocolate and you are the vanilla in this scenario.” She moved her hands between us.
    My mouth turned up at her comment. She took a step towards me, then I turned her around, bringing her back to my front, so she was facing the mirror.
    “You like to watch?” I murmured in her ears. “Then let’s watch.”
    She looked at me in the mirror and shyly smiled. This was not something she was comfortable admitting, so I needed to goad her.
    “Take off your dress.” I rubbed her arm. “Slowly.”
    Slowly bending down, purposely she rubbed her ass against my crotch, then lifted the dress to reveal a voluptuous curvy body. My fingers unfastened her bra and gently slid it off her shoulders.
    “Twist those nipples for me,” I commanded.
    She reluctantly lifted her hands to caress her breast, only for her fingertips to grab each bud, but she did not twist. I nipped her ear, “I said twist.”
    Her body swayed to me, so I slid my hand across her stomach. Resting her head on my chest, she started to twist them and looking in the mirror with hooded eyes. She loved it, just like I thought.
    “On your knees.”
    Those brown eyes cut to me in the mirror, then she turned and leisurely knelt in front of me. I turned us so we were perpendicular to the mirror. Slowly, I undressed while she patiently waited for me. Her face looked like a mix of emotions crossed them, but curiosity winning. She resembled a goddess waiting for her king.
    “I want you to look in the mirror at all times. Don’t look at me, don’t look at my dick, just look in the mirror.”
    Silence filled the room as she stared at me in the mirror. My hand held my hard, aching cock to her open mouth, but she made no move to do anything. Before I could say something else, she moved my hand and licked the head, while we both watched her tongue circle around it like a lollipop. A moan escaped me, as she twirled her tongue around me again. I looked at her in the mirror as well because that was just as hot.
    “That’s right,” I relaxed with the fact that she knew what she was doing, “keep watching.”
    Excitement was in her eyes as she took me deep, wetting me with her luscious mouth. Her lips spreading across my hard cock was a slice of heaven. She took me out of her mouth and wrapped her hands around it, holding it against my stomach. Then her head descended to lick my balls.
    Goddamn .
    She was exquisite.
    That pink tongue traveled the vein on the underbelly and watching her watch herself almost made me come in her hair. When she wrapped her mouth back around me, I gathered as