Weak, she pushed his eager mouth away, her eyebrows squinting at him. He pulled heavy breaths, his eyes darkened, licking his lips and slithered down, cleaning her inner thighs with his tongue.
"More." He whispered, his tongue sliding closer to her heat. He was in a trance.
Heavy breathing, she slapped him. He looked at her, the darkness in his eyes still persistent and whispered, "I want more."
It sounded more like a threat of a mad-man.
She slapped him again, but his raspy request only grew needier and, his fingers tightening around her thighs.
"You're such a slut." She grunted and shoved him on the mattress, sitting on his thighs, her hand on his throat.
"Give me more Manasa, please."
She slapped and mounted his face. His tongues instantly entered her, his hands tightening around her thighs.
She began grinding. He began flickering his tongue, his eyes rolling back into an universe where he's lost in ecstasy.
Her moans circled the room, her fingers clutching into his once again, the knot in her stomach building until her thighs quivered and she released in his mouth once again.
Yet, he wasn't fulfilled.
"More." He gasped, licking his lips, getting up as she slid back onto his thighs.
"Get back in your position." She breathed as she slapped him.
"Manasa." He cried. He had to obey her, slithering helplessly on the mattress, while she positioned his cock once again against her vagina.
It slipped in. He began crying from so much pleasure, his heart about to pop out.
The pleasure took over them once again, skin grazing against skin, sweat and dripping, gasps echoing.
"Manasa." He cried, telling her how much he loves her.
She watched the mess of him under her, groped his throat, her heart racing when finally they released, their juices mixed together.
She collapsed on top of him.
END OF THE WIP
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