The Ever-dutiful Smith
Smith moans, throws her head from side to side. With one hand she clutches the cushion under her head. With the other, she pushes my face against her vagina, her eyes closed as her hips quiver with pleasure, rising in the air with the force of a thrust. She is unable to control her pleasure, the waves jolting her like electricity.
I, on the other hand, am calm, making vertical and horizontal strokes with my tongue between her legs, my movements deft and energetic. One of my hands is in the crack of her lovely ass, its thumb massaging her perineum. The other has two of its fingers inside her pussy, exploring her with as much energy as my tongue.
My cock rubs against the stiff surface of the couch.
Smith's legs are wrapped around my shoulders, her heels scratching my skin, drawing impatient circles. When her pleasure compels her, she forces her instep against the back of my head, willing my tongue to be as long as my cock.
When her climax approaches, her moans threaten to pierce through the walls of the bedroom like the rays of sunlight streaming in through the window to the front, where Miia is busy hanging the laundry, busier with her thoughts about what me and Smith are doing.
After final ministerings to her clit, I let her have her pleasure, her body spasming, her moans stuck in her throat, pussy rubbing against my lips and nose, hand grabbing my hair in tufts, her feet against the sides of my face, her curled toes offering pleasant scratching.
With one final moan of pleasure and contentment, she loosens, lets her body go, deflating like a tent with its supports removed.
She looks up at me, eyes half-opened, hands flat on her navel, legs not too wide or too close, feet on my thighs as I sit up with my legs folded under me, her massive boobs, topped with pink nipples, inviting me to lick and suck and bite them, rub my throbbing cock between them.
I rise, my cock rising with me. When I stand on my knees by her thighs, she giggles.
"Someone's excited." She places the ball of her right foot against my erect cock, rubbing up and down.
"Hardly." I grin.
"Yes, you're hardly excited, sweetheart." She slides her hands down to her pussy, parts it the same time she stretches her legs out further. "What are you waiting for then?"
"An invitation."
"I can't give you an invitation that's more fucking open than this."
"Very well, my love." I lower myself to peck her lips, my hands on her sides, my thumbs tickling her ribs, her soles rubbing against the roof of my feet.
Her hand gropes for my cock. Her grip on it is firm and sure, guiding me to her pussy even though I have no need of guidance. I don't mind her hand around my cock, her other between my buttocks, her lips hungry as I kiss them.
She breaks the kiss to moan when I slide inside her, her embrace warm and wet. I love it as much as I love her in this moment.
My hips thrust at a quick pace, my lips against her cheek, now her neck, now her forehead, now being kissed by her, her hand around my cock now cupping my cheek.
Both of us moan at the same time as my climax approaches. I have held it back all this time, not yielding to the touch of her boobs, the ferocious rubbing of her feet, the expert stroking of her hands and the wetness of her pussy.
When it approaches and fills both of us with pleasure and Smith with my semen as well, it is sweeter than I could have imagined it. Smith's tits rub against my chest, both of her hands enjoying my ass, her heels scratching my shins, the tip of my tongue touching her neck, her breath whizzing past my cheek as she looks down on me, nuzzling her face against mine.
"Yamato?" She raises one hand to put it on the back of my head, her thumb stroking my skin.
"Yes, Smith?" Her neck is delicious.
"Stop that!" she giggles while pressing my face against her neck. "Listen up. Pay attention to me."
"What else am I doing?" I rub my cock, now limp and wet with our fluids, against her thigh, smearing it with my semen.
"Not that kind, you dirty boy." Cupping my face in both hands, she makes me face her, kisses my lips. "Let me sit up."
"An American Tail? No."
"Wait a few moments, love." I kiss her shoulder, bite it. "Let me enjoy your soft warmth more."
She giggles when I put my head on the pillow of her lovely, massive boobs, running my tongue over her nipples. "You can keep lying down. Let me sit up."
"I will oblige