"Let me help you," Syril declared, his voice carrying a powerful tone he didn't know existed, firm and resolute.
Without wasting time, he shifted closer and dived his head into her thighs.
"What do you… hmmmm ahhhhh," Amanda wanted to question, instead moaning softly as Syril's tongue found her pussy lips.
He began with cleaning the mess of her juice on her swollen vulva, lapping his tongue over every space of her aching pussy.
"Hmmmmm, ri-right there… ouuu!" Amanda cried out, biting down her lip in primal urge.
To anchor himself, Syril moved his left arm towards her backside and firmly held her waist in place. But he suddenly chose to tease, dragging his palm down, he found the swell of her ass.
Soft, full, thick in a way that made you appreciate whoever sculpted such a beauty.
'Fuck, her ass… I never thought it would feel like this.' Syril made a surprised mental note.
He slowly let his hand explore every inch of her ass, gently squeezing, caressing as if he had just found the most precious thing in the world.
Amanda too was enjoying every electrifying touch, relishing the way the young adult tried to size up her ass.
"Hmmm… You like it, don't you?" She groaned into the air, staring at her luxurious ceiling that looked so distant from the realm she was venturing into.
Syril only got to muffle a "Hmm" on her pound of meat.
He had moved his mouth away from the outer region, now focused on the inner region, the more sensitive part.
He began flicking his tongue in her inner, pinky lips, sucking and kissing her tight, famished hole, coursing his oral heat into her deprived folds.
Amanda's tone grew more ecstatic, her hand reaching for the swell of her boobs. In her primal delirium, she found the button of her translucent blouse and hastily loosened the upper region.
She freed one of her luscious, large boobs from its tight confine and trailed her fingers to the tiny, pink, hard dot on the end of her breast.
She slowly began rubbing her hard nipple, stimulating the sensitive region as she watched down on Syril who was still licking and sucking her pussy.
Adding the stimulation of her nipple and Syril's mouth worship, her ecstatic groan grew louder, fueling Syril's commitment to his mouth job.
Syril was oblivious to her self-pleasue, but it didn't even matter in the first place. He had more in store.
'Let's see how long she can withstand immense pleasure,' Syril thought with a smirk covered by her very pussy.
He spanked her ass once, twice, until she moaned and called his name.
Using his free hand, he stretched her with two fingers, revealing her swollen clit to himself. Without further ado, he laced his tongue on her clitoris and began sucking and licking.
He started with circling patterns on her most sensitive region, twirling and flicking his tongue only on the region. He then moved to sucks and kisses, watching her pink hole ooze more juices for him.
"Aaaangghh! Ouuuuuu… y-ye-yes, please, Syril!" She cried out, her hands now circling and rubbing her nipple faster, biting down her lip as she felt more juice escaping her pussy.
"Oh, Amanda… Please, what?" Syril smugly asked, enjoying the way she was gradually losing it for him.
"Please, don't… D-don't stop!" Her voice cracked, shattered in layers that suggested she had traveled beyond the physical space existing in her mansion.
She was definitely seeing stars in this sweet, wrecking state. Craving more intense pleasure, she released her grip on the table and found her hand in Syril's black hair, curling strands before pushing his head deeper into her tight cave whilst still touching her nipple.
Syril smiled on her pussy.
He let his tongue slowly drag her juice on her clit, slowly teasing the sensitive meat, letting the connection linger longer and her urge grow wilder. He intentionally coursed more heat into her, letting the warmth teeter her on the edge of insanity.
Amanda cried out again and pushed further on Syril's head, wanting his mouth to cover every space of her hungry genitalia.
She had completely forgotten that only Syril was holding her in place, that they were unstable—her hands now each busy, one pushing Syril's head, the other rubbing her nipple.
Syril was still oblivious to all of this. He was busy with something primal, busy with satisfying his benefactor.
He closed his entire mouth on her tiny, swollen clit, his lips absolutely enclosing and wrapped around the tiny, sensitive meat.
Amanda could feel the ultimate pleasure, she could feel his moistened lips completely owning her, could feel the lustful darkness gradually blind her.
Syril pivoted his tongue on that exact spot that would make any girl instantly go nuts. He allowed his wet tongue wrap her completely and flicked faster than ever, he delivered fast brushes on her clit, rushing the impact of the pleasure.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhh!!!" Amanda became entirely overwhelmed, completely wrecked and blinded that she had to snap her thighs close in that hot minute.
Her thick thighs caved Syril's head in, then, the flood came. She came hard, washing jets of pussy juice on Syril's face, releasing endless streams of water that became too much for Syril who was still suffocating from her shut thighs.
That moment had let Syril lose focus, his hand that had enveloped her waist released in an attempt to open her shut thighs whilst gradually taking her pussy fluids in.
Amanda too, who was lost in that incredible, feel-good moment became unaware of the situation and therefore caused a great wobble in their balance.
The chair bearing their weight shook from the imbalance and came crashing down.
Or that would have been the case if Amanda didn't receive a semblance of her consciousness in the last second.
What would have been an embarrassing fall was saved by her manifested ability in a nick of time. Syril expected a crash, a crash that he would take the full hit instead of letting Amanda suffer it, instead his long-time saviour came to his rescue again.
Amanda stretched her hand in that moment, letting her ability aid in gravitating the chair and their weight upwards, returning them to their previous, balanced and upright position with a soft thud.
Amanda hastily stood afterwards, cheeks burning crimson by a blush, pussy still dripping and hungry.
"I'm sorry about that. It w-was too much…" She shyly said, staring down on her tiled floor before realizing that her choice of words might be controversial.
"No, n-not you. You… you are not too much. No… did I just make it worse? I-I meant the feeling…" Amanda raised her head in shock, stuttering as her eyes dilated, but was soon cut short by Syril.
Syril stood fluidly, seizing her in his arms before crashing his lips into hers, shutting her with a sweet kiss.
He broke away seconds later, saying: "I understand you. It's fine."
He said that with the warmest expression Amanda had seen him with. Or maybe that was what her brain made her believe.
She stared into his eyes, holding each other's gaze, deciphering what the look in each other's eyes meant.
Amanda saw it.
'He's ready for me. He wants this just as much as I do,' she drew her conclusion.
"Upstairs. Let's go to my bedroom."
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