Popular Post ma**** Posted April 8 Popular Post “Open,” he ordered calmly. And… she did. She parted her lips, and he gently pushed his hips forward, his cockhead opening her up wide. He was back in. “I’m going to cum,” he said under his hot breath. He started, slowly, thrusting into her mouth. She didn’t budge. The feeling of cumming lingered. It was kept alive as he felt her wet tongue on the bottom of his shaft. She mewed and gagged slightly as he started going deeper, where it was tighter, her mouth stretching out. She was still looking up at him, into him, and it drove him into a silent, lustful frenzy inside. His paws slowly started collecting hair towards the back of her head, effectively pinning her head in place for him to fuck. He was starting to slowly rise off his knees as he felt the sensation getting the better of him. He looked at the prone body before him. She was perfect. Moreso in this sex drunk fog he was in. Slim, nicely tanned, a nice ass, nice warm legs. Blonde wasn't his go to hair colour, but she made him a new believer in it. She moaned as she brought a hand up to push his stomach back. “Down,” he said sternly. She held it there limply. "Down!" he barked. She dropped it. It found rest on his meaty thigh. He could feel her try not to clutch. She was taking it, he thought. That added fuel to the moment. He looked down: she was taking all of him now. When she went subby for him, it made him feral. She knew it. Perhaps, her brain was off just as much as his was. “Oxygen or cock?” he asked, his voice deep. His hips crashed into her face, wave after wave. Her nails dug into his thighs. The *** was welcoming. “Oxygen or cock?” he asked again, an air of impatience in him now. His face fucking made wet sounds as she ***d on him. They were the most romantic sounds he had ever heard. She attempted to say something, and a “KUH” sound found its way out. Cock. This did it. His paws kept her head in place, her prone body tense as her throatpussy milked his cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he moaned, sex drunk. One final thrust, and he shot lines of cum into her. She felt the warm batter ***t the walls of her throat. He groaned until no noise came out, his waist pressing into her nose, his cock twitching out cum. After a moment he relaxed, his hips now slowly fucking her mouth until he was spent. He hissed through his breath one last time and looked down at his work. Her shoulder blades twitched upwards into the air as she seemed to take the last of it. Reality slowly crept back in as he held a fistful of her pretty head in his hands like she was a trophy. He reared his hips, and his cock, coated in cum and thick saliva, slithered out of her mouth and fell to rest by her chin. She looked up at him, his hands caressing her hair. No words. She closed her mouth, and made it a point that he saw her swallow. Her mouth opened again, slowly sucking air in, evidence that no more liquids were present. He acknowledged the act by caressing a finger against her cheek. They stayed like this for a few moments, soaking in the aftermath. He got back on his back, and she crawled up to him on all fours and rested her head on his chest. He leaned over and grabbed a blanket and threw it over them. Her fingers gently clawed along his chest hair, his hands petting her golden hair. She closed her eyes, and gripped on him as an embrace, and he mirrored the sentiment by wrapping her up in his warm arms. His breathing was hypnotic to her, and she closed her eyes and rested.
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