Mike lowered slightly over me, his cock pressed firm against my chin and neck, but he was careful with his weight. Apart from anything else, he didn’t want to be bitten.
I continued to moan, my breathing and sucking sounds obvious.
Mike’s body weight settled across my chest and stomach as he lowered.
“Put your hands on my ass,” he instructed. I did.
“Tap me if you are struggling, need a break or can’t get your breath.”
I gave him a couple of taps, so he knew I understood.
Then my hips jerked, and I groaned loudly as Mike’s hot mouth descended onto my dripping pussy.
I was helpless, pressed underneath his body as he ate me out, licking, and slurping, sucking, and kissing me.
I could feel his cock leaking down my neck, as I sucked and moaned around him.
His tongue worked me as mine worked him and the sounds we were making were sloppy and obscene, but neither of us were laughing now.
I was rocking against his face as I got closer and closer, I knew Mike must be covered in my juices.
Then suddenly I flew and screamed as I came hard. Mike rocked his hips forward so his balls dropped from my mouth and I could gasp in air.
As he licked, licked, licked, and then sucked hard.
Finally, I stopped screaming, limp and exhausted.
Mike pushed himself, a little shakily, to an upright position. Then, still straddling my face, he started to stroke himself.
With a grin and a laugh, he jacked himself off all over my stomach and chest.
Feeling his cum landing on me, I moaned and came again.
Sobbing slightly as my oversensitive nerve endings vibrated and quivered in pleasure.
Mike braced for a few minutes and then stepped back.
Pushing my hair back and then kissing me while I made gagging noises and we both giggled.
“Shower,” he said, “then desert.”