Endurance and Encouragement
Added 2020-11-22 15:36:19 +0000 UTC“I can’t!” I squeal, my thighs shaking, I grasp at the headboard.
She looks up at me from between my legs. “You can,” she says calmly, barely taking a break from the good work her mouth is doing.
She loves it when I sit on her face, it’s her favourite thing. She likes to tease me and say I “ride face like a champ”, but what I really like is her steady insistence that she’s not done with me yet. I like the challenge of trying to let her have her favourite thing as long as I can, orgasm after orgasm, because she’s never really done with me yet. I wanna be the goodest girl she’s ever had. I wanna give her the most of the thing she likes best.
After I cum I get so sensitive, and she grips her hands tightly around my hips while I wriggle and protest a little. She’s firm.
“It feels too good!” I gasp.
“You can handle it,” she says between long slow licks.
She says she likes how my clit gets all swollen after I’ve cum a few times. How I start panting. She tells me she can feel my pussy dripping down her neck and it’s the hottest feeling. I blush, I wanna hide my face but I can feel myself getting close again.
I’m rocking against her mouth, wet and desperate.
“I’m gonna die!” I giggle, collapsing against her.
“You’re not allowed to die, I need you,” she wraps her arms around me. My heart’s beating so fast I can hardly catch up. She kisses my forehead softly and wipes her chin and I blush again.
