She rubbed her clit even faster as she kept talking to Michael.
“I’m rubbing your cum all over my pussy! Oh fuck yes!”
The cum started to mix with her pussy juice. She reached back up and scooped up more of his cum from the bottom of his cock, and immediately brought her hand back to her clit, her unique form of lube replenished. Desperately, she went on a mission to cum for the second time.
Kayla’s right hand remained on her clit, while her left found its way to her tits. lt alternated between the two, pulling at and pinching her hard nipples. Her eyes were closed now as she began to lose herself in wave after wave after wave of pre-orgasmic ecstasy.
“Ughhh! Oh…oh yesss!”
Her head rolled limp from shoulder to shoulder as a white heat overtook her body. She kept abusing her tits, each second feeling better than the last.
Kneeling in front of her crush, Kayla was masturbating.
The muscles in her thighs started to tremble. Her torso began to jerk back and forth. The sounds generated by her vocal chords were now unintelligible. This exact state carried on for almost a minute. She forgot where she was until she opened her eyes to see Michael staring at her in awe. It was then that she realized that possessing knowledge of where she was only served to spur her on.
Every instinct was fought against, and she managed to break through the muffled noises that were coming out of her to form an actual sentence. What she said next showed that her request was based on her deepest desires.
“Michael,” she begged, “suck them.” She squeezed one of her breasts and directed it at him.
Michael quickly got up off the chair and pushed it to the side. He knelt down in front of her, their naked bodies on full display for each other. Hesitation overtook him, and he froze still.
“Suck my tit!” Kayla demanded, her other hand still furiously whacking her pussy again and again.
Michael obliged instantly. Leaning down, his mouth took in her perky tit.
“Fuck!” Kayla screamed.
His tongue swirled around her nipple and sucked it deep.
“Oh my God! You’re gonna make me cum again! I’m using your cum to rub my pussy!” she shouted.
Suddenly, her body tensed up until it fully locked. Vibrations swarmed her from head to toe and a sharp screech escaped from her lungs. A vicious orgasm was tearing through her and Michael’s tongue was unrelenting against her sensitive nipple. Her hand kept flicking her clit, faster than ever.
“Yes!” she screamed out in pleasure. “I’m cumming like a whore!”
Her words shocked even her, but they only added to the earth-rattling orgasm that was ripping her apart.
Her left hand–now replaced by Michael’s mouth on her boob–found its way back into his luscious hair, needling through every lock she could, heightening the intensity and duration of her pleasure.
Kayla rode out the last moments of her orgasm, suddenly realizing that it was the best orgasm she had ever felt.
“Oh my God,” she cried out as the sensitivity finally became overwhelming enough to force her to stop playing with herself. She used her grip on Michael’s hair to gently pull him off her breast.
He straightened his back and their faces were in front of each other, his slightly higher due to the difference in height. A kiss followed, just like with her previous orgasm. It offered security and intimacy. It was everything she wanted it to be and everything she needed in that moment.
“Follow me,” Kayla said, grabbing Michael by the hand.
They stood up together, still holding on. Kayla tried to steady herself as her legs became jelly-like, before Michael stepped in and grabbed her by the hips. He leant down and kissed her again. They lost themselves in it for more than an entire two minutes.
After the main kiss ended, Kayla continued to peck at his lips over and over as she once again grabbed his hand and led him to a back room of the apartment. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other in any capacity.
Kayla turned on a lamp to the dimmest setting, illuminating the dark room just enough to see each other but keep the tone romantic.
“This is my bedroom,” she told him. He smiled down at her, watching one slowly creep onto her face as well.
“Now,” she began, pushing Michael’s naked form against the wall, “how about that blow job?”