MJ's hand slid down between us, her fingers finding the prominent bulge straining against my jeans, and she pressed her palm against it firmly, making me groan low in my throat.
She turned her head slightly, looking at me over her shoulder with that teasing glint in her green eyes, her lips curving into a wicked smile.
"Now it's my turn to make your cock cum," she said, her voice dripping with sultry promise as her fingers traced the outline of my length through the denim.
I smirked, my hands still resting on her hips, feeling the heat of her body against mine.
"And how are you gonna do that?" I asked, my voice rough with anticipation.
She didn't answer with words.
Instead, she lifted herself from my lap, her body sliding forward slowly, and then she was lowering herself down onto the floor in front of me, her knees hitting the carpet between my spread legs.
The entire movement was graceful, intentional, like she was performing just for me—and fuck, she was.
Her red hair fell forward over her shoulders as she settled into position, the leopard mesh babydoll riding up slightly as she moved, exposing more of that G-string and the curve of her ass.
She looked up at me through her lashes, that sultry smile never leaving her face, her hands coming to rest on my thighs.
"I can see your bulge through your denim, you know," she purred, her fingers trailing up the inside of my thighs, inching closer to where I needed her most. "Your big cock ready to pop for me?"
I leaned back against the couch, spreading my legs wider to give her more room, my smirk widening.
"Why don't you find out?"
Her eyes flashed with excitement, and her hands moved to my belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease.
The clink of the buckle coming undone echoed in the quiet room, followed by the sound of my zipper sliding down.
She tugged at the waistband of my jeans, and I lifted myself a bit to help her, letting her pull them down my legs.
She yanked them off completely, tossing them somewhere behind her without a care, leaving me in just my boxers and shirt.
Her gaze dropped immediately to the tent in my boxers, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she took in the sight.
"Fuck," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Look at you."
Then her fingers hooked into the waistband of my boxers, and she pulled them down, freeing my cock.
It sprang out immediately, hard and throbbing, slapping against her cheek with a soft, wet sound as it escaped its confines.
She gasped, half-surprised, half-delighted, her eyes widening as she felt the weight of it against her face.
"Oooh," she cooed, turning her head slightly so my cock rested along her cheek, warm and heavy. "Both you and your big fat cock like spanking my cheeks, don't you?"
I grinned down at her, my hand coming up to cup the side of her face, my thumb brushing over her flushed skin.
"Well," I said, my voice low and teasing, "it's your other pair of cheeks that I love to spank. They're much thicker compared to these."
She laughed—a soft, breathy sound that sent a shiver down my spine—and then she turned her head, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, wet stripe along the underside of my cock from base to tip.
"You like my ass, don't you?" she asked, her voice muffled slightly as she pressed open-mouthed kisses along my shaft, her lips soft and warm against my skin.
"Do your work," I said, my fingers tangling in her red hair, giving it a gentle tug, "and I'll prove it in a few minutes."
That was all the encouragement she needed.
She pulled back just enough to wrap her hand around the base of my cock, holding it steady as she angled it toward her mouth.
Then she leaned in and took me inside, her lips stretching wide around the head, her tongue swirling over the sensitive tip as she sucked gently.
"Fuck," I groaned, my head falling back against the couch as the wet heat of her mouth enveloped me.
She hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me, and then she started moving, taking me deeper with each bob of her head.
Her hand worked what didn't fit in her mouth, stroking in time with her movements, her grip firm but not too tight.
The other hand came up to rest on my thigh, her nails digging in slightly as she steadied herself.
She was slow at first, teasing, taking her time to explore every inch of me with her tongue—tracing the veins, swirling around the head, dipping into the slit to taste the pre-cum already leaking out.
But then she picked up the pace, her head bobbing faster, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, and the wet, obscene sounds of her mouth working my cock filled the room.
"Fuck—MJ—" I breathed, my fingers tightening in her hair, not pushing, just holding on as she worked me over.
She looked up at me, her green eyes locking onto mine, and the sight alone nearly undid me—her lips stretched wide around my cock, her eyes watering slightly, her face flushed with arousal.
Then she went deeper.
She relaxed her throat and pushed forward, taking me all the way to the back of her mouth, and I felt the tight squeeze of her throat around the head of my cock.
She gagged slightly, her body jerking, but she didn't pull back.
Instead, she held herself there for a moment, her nose pressed against my pelvis, her throat contracting around me before she finally pulled off with a wet, gasping sound.
Saliva dripped from her lips, a string of it connecting her mouth to my cock, and she grinned up at me, breathless and filthy.
"Fuck, you're good at that," I muttered, my chest heaving.
She didn't respond, just dove back in, taking me deep again, gagging harder this time but pushing through it, her determination written all over her face.
The wet, choking sounds she made were obscene, filthy, and they were like music to my ears.
She pulled back again, gasping for air, her hand stroking me fast and slick with her spit, and then she went back down, over and over, building a rhythm that had my toes curling.
I could feel the pressure building in my balls, my cock throbbing in her mouth, but I wasn't ready to finish yet.
Not like this.
After another minute or two of her relentless attention, I tugged gently on her hair, pulling her off.
She pulled back with a wet pop; her lips were glistening, a thin trail of saliva still connecting her mouth to my cock.
She looked up at me, confused and a little breathless.
"Why—"
But I didn't let her finish; I pointed at the bed. She understood as she gave her trademark sultry smile.
She stood up slowly, her eyes still on mine, and then she turned, walking toward the bed with deliberate, exaggerated steps.
Her hips swayed with every movement, her ass swaying side to side in that tiny leopard G-string, and I couldn't look away.
The mesh babydoll barely covered anything, riding up with each step to give me a perfect view of her curves, and my cock twitched painfully at the sight.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
When she reached the bed, she paused, her hands coming up to the straps of the babydoll.
Then she looked back at me over her shoulder, that sultry smile returning to her lips.
"Come and get me, Tiger~" she purred, and with one smooth motion, she pulled the babydoll over her head and tossed it at me.
Now she was standing there in nothing but that tiny leopard G-string.
My cock throbbed harder, and I stood up from the couch, my eyes locked on her.
She bit her lip, watching me approach, and I knew exactly what I was about to do to her.
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