He doesn't even bother to look at her, though that's one of his favorite things. He loves looking at her sex, how pretty it is. How neat and trimmed and adorable it is. He likes to open her, to peek at her clit, to enjoy the art of her before diving in.
But not tonight. Tonight he doesn't so much as spare her a glance. She spreads and he's got his mouth on her, his tongue forcing into the gash, lapping at her clit with blunt force. Tongue then in her hole, lips sucking the button and then she's screaming and he feels a rush of power. He's doing this to her. He's got control of her.
He reaches with his fingers for his fly and opens it so he can have a pull while he fucks her with his tongue, while he sucks her off as eagerly as if she had a cock. He knows what drives her mad.
It's all so sordid with him on his knees, fisting his cock desperately with his face buried in her cunt. He needs her to come again. Needs it like he's never needed it before.
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But not tonight. Tonight he doesn't so much as spare her a glance. She spreads and he's got his mouth on her, his tongue forcing into the gash, lapping at her clit with blunt force. Tongue then in her hole, lips sucking the button and then she's screaming and he feels a rush of power. He's doing this to her. He's got control of her.
He reaches with his fingers for his fly and opens it so he can have a pull while he fucks her with his tongue, while he sucks her off as eagerly as if she had a cock. He knows what drives her mad.
It's all so sordid with him on his knees, fisting his cock desperately with his face buried in her cunt. He needs her to come again. Needs it like he's never needed it before.