小月娘

I usually look pretty innocent, with my white dress and ponytail, and a soft smile that makes people think I'm the girl next door. But right now, I'm kneeling between his legs, with the thing he just pulled out of me still wet and hard, and I've got it all in my mouth. He came hard earlier, and I can still feel the warmth of his cum inside me, making everything feel wet and sticky. My legs are still a bit weak from the orgasm, but I'm not about to let him rest. I slowly pull him out, and his cock is still dripping wet, the head red and throbbing. I don't give him any time to catch his breath, and I dive right back in. He arches his back, his fingers digging into the sheets, and I can feel his cock still sensitive and hot in my mouth. I take my time, tracing the vein on the underside of his head with my tongue, teasing him gently. His breathing gets more ragged, his chest heaving, and he's trying to hold back his moans. I press my tongue against the vein, circling it slowly, my mouth filling with our mixed fluids. I suck a bit harder, and I can feel him jump again. Then I move my tongue to the slit, rubbing it back and forth, feeling the last bits of cum ooze out. His legs are shaking harder, his hips trembling, and his whole body is quivering. I don't stop, using my tongue to lick his slit quickly, while my hand strokes the base of his cock, and my other hand cups his balls, pressing gently. His voice is getting louder, his breathing more urgent. I open my mouth a bit wider, using my teeth to graze the edge of his head, while my tongue licks his slit faster. He tenses up, his hips jerking, his hands clutching the sheets, and his fingers white-knuckled. A stream of hot cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow it down, feeling the sticky fluid drip down my chin. I keep licking his head, gentle and soothing, like I'm trying to calm it down. After a while, he starts to harden again in my mouth, the veins on his cock throbbing against my tongue. I finally let him out, my tongue tracing the edge of his head, leaving a string of saliva behind. I crawl on top of him, straddling his hips, my wet pussy aligned with his hard cock. I take my time, slowly lowering myself onto him, feeling him fill me up. I reach behind him, pressing my fingers against his perineum, applying gentle pressure. He groans, his hips bucking, his hands grasping my waist. I keep the pressure on, moving slowly back and forth, feeling his every twitch. Whenever he's about to come, I press a bit harder, making his whole body shudder, his breathing ragged. Finally, he flips me over, pinning me beneath him, his movements fast and hard. I keep my fingers on his perineum, pressing harder whenever he's about to come, making him shudder with each orgasm. He thrusts deep, shooting his cum into me once more. This time, he collapses on top of me, his breathing heavy, his cock still throbbing inside me. I stroke his sweaty back, my face buried in his neck, feeling his body still trembling. After a while, he speaks up, his voice hoarse, a hint of pleading in his tone: You're really good at this. I smile, my voice soft: That's what happens when you're in my hands. His body shudders again, but he doesn't let go of me. I feel him hardening again inside me, and I keep my fingers on his perineum, pressing gently, without a word, just feeling his every tremble and breath.