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I grip his cock, groaning at how thick it is in my much smaller palm. He’s right, it’s not long. To be honest, five and a half inches is extremely generous, but it’s thick enough that my fingers don’t come close to touching.
I’ve never seen an actual chode in real life. How exciting!
His mouth pops off my lips and I whimper in protest, but then he lifts his hips, distracting me. “Pull my pants down, Story. I need to feel your skin on mine.”
I smirk at the pain-filled demand. He’s back to being bossy, it seems. I quickly yank his pants down, reveling in the massive wet patch steadily pooling in his tighty-whities.
He’s so…so…
Creamy.
I sigh happily and yank his undies to his knees, exposing his wide thighs and massive girth.
“H-holy soda can!” I cry, scrambling to wrap both hands around his eggplant.
It’s as soft as his velvet pants, and there are angry looking veins bulging at every turn, reminding me of my Hulk dildo at home. It’s the kind that shoots out green spunk when you press a button. It’s my favorite. I love sticking it to my shower wall and riding it like a rodeo star. Sometimes, I even use my vibrator while I suck it off, drinking down its delicious lime flavor.
Good thing, too, because without the practice, I’d never be able to unhinge my jaw to swallow him down or take him inside my delicate maidenhood.
I smile to myself as I pump his junk, using the copious amount of cum to glide my way. It’s like Heaven knew Fred was coming for me. We’re made for each other.
He chokes out a garbled sound and humps up into my fists in a familiar pattern I can’t quite make out. Vibrations rocket against my sensitive flesh as he slips his fingers free from my hole and pushes them back in, adding another. God, his whole hand is practically inside me!
Bending over as far as I can, forces my stomach into a painful crunch, and, to my utter mortification, a loud poof of air escapes my truffle tunnel. I open my mouth to cry out an apology for queefing in his face, but before I can, Fred moans, doubling his effort to make me come.
Okay, maybe he didn’t notice.
The vibrations continue along with his staccato thrusts and suddenly, the quiet murmur of him humming a song catches my attention. My brows furrow. “Is that the M.A.S.H. theme song?” He hums hard in agreement, and I whimper in delight. I love that show.
I shift my legs, desperate to get my mouth around his salami, but the position cracks my joints and I lose balance, falling forward to my knees with a shocked cry. Not because it hurt, but because it forced Fred deeper. Deeper into my anus, deeper into my lady cave. Deeper into my heart.
Just deeper.
“Are you okay?” he shouts, his humid breath ghosting across my darkest hole.
Pleasure fills me fast and hard, and I moan like a wanton hussy.
“Yes!” I scream as my insides tense and pulse. “I’m so close, Freddikins. I’m going to gush all over you! I feel it coming!”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
“Oh my God! Really? You’re going to orgasm for me, bed bug?” He sounds so damn excited, so hopeful. I bob my head and wrap my lips around his tip, swallowing him down in one gulp. “Holy fucking shitballs, Story! I’ve never—I’ve never felt anything like that! Your mouth is so much better than my pocket pussy.”
He’s going to come, isn’t he? My stomach twists painfully. No. That doesn’t feel right for some reason. I pop off his dick and rush out, “I don’t want you to come in my mouth.”
“I don’t want to either,” he quickly agrees, surprising me. “All my nut butter belongs inside your baby factory. Not wasted in your belly.”
My shoulders drop at his adamant declaration. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to hear those words until he said them.
“Do you want me to stop, or can you hold off?” I murmur, eyeing his dick with adoration and longing.
“I—” He breaks off and sucks in a calming breath. His fingers wiggle in my toosh. “I can feel the plug, Story. It’s right there at my fingertips, baby. I think—” He gulps. “I think you should stop sucking me for now and focus on yourself. Are you in any pain?”
Not the kind he thinks. I don’t even feel the plug anymore. All I feel is intense desire for him. “No, I just need to come.”
“And me, uh, me licking you seems to help keep your mind off the plug, right?”
I swivel my hips, groaning in pleasure. “Yes! What’s the point, Fred?” God, he talks so much!
