Buckets and Bliss

She closes her eyes, lost in devotion, her pace quickening into a relentless rhythm. Her grip tightens; one hand twisting at the base, the other stroking in perfect sync; while her mouth works magic, sucking hard, cheeks hollowing as she bobs faster. Every sensation hits me tenfold, amplified by the Voyeurs’ gifts: the wet heat of her tongue swirling around the head, the vibration of her moans humming through my shaft, the slick slide of her lips sealing tight on every upstroke. I could hold back forever now, edge myself on her mouth until she begged; but she’s earning this, and I want to give it to her.

I can hear her moaning, feel the **** vibration in my bones. She wants my cum; craves it; and the thought alone nearly undoes me.

My fingers tighten in her hair, a silent warning. “Emily…” I growl, voice rough, a devilish grin spreading across my face.

She looks up, eyes watering but fierce, my swollen head still buried between her reddened, glistening lips. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear with deliberate slowness, then pulls back until just the tip rests on her tongue, her hand jerking me fast and firm.

The first spurt erupts, thick and hot, hitting the roof of her mouth. She moans, cradling my balls gently, massaging, coaxing more. I give it to her; rope after rope, flooding her mouth as she sucks greedily, swallowing around me to make room for every drop. The pleasure is blinding, exquisite; loving and filthy all at once; my hips bucking slightly as I grunt through clenched teeth, watching her take everything I have.

She pulls off with a wet pop, lips sealed, cheeks slightly puffed. Rising to her knees, thighs pressing into the soft curve of her ass, she smirks. Pure performance, and I’m her captive audience.

Leaning her head back, she opens her mouth wide. My cum pools on her tongue, thick and white, coating every inch. Not a single drop escapes; she earned this, worked for it, and she’s going to savor it. Her tongue swirls slowly through the cum, playing with it, showing me before tilting further back. She swallows, her throat working visibly, a soft gulp that makes my cock twitch again, while one hand trails up her body, caressing her chest, squeezing a breast, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her gasp.

Then she opens again, sticking out her tongue proudly... clean, empty, glistening only with saliva.

“God, I love how you taste,” she purrs, voice husky, eyes locked on mine.

Her gaze drops to my cock, still rock-hard in her grip, not softened a bit. A wicked grin spreads across her face as she starts to climb my body, thighs sliding along mine, her dripping pussy leaving a wet trail on my skin.

“Like I said,” she whispers, positioning herself over me, guiding my head to her slick entrance, “buckets.”

I grip her hips, feeling the heat radiating off her skin like a furnace. She sinks down slowly, inch by inch, her tight walls stretching around me, both of us groaning as she takes me to the hilt.

She’s trying to break me.

And fuck, I can’t wait for her to try.