Closer then Close

He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering arousal, and turned to put the shorts back in the bag so he could return to the task at hand.

Tomas turned to put the shorts back in the bag, Tomas's fingers brushed against the soft fabric, sending a shiver down his spine. He felt a surge of guilt for lingering on the sensation, but his body seemed to have a mind of its own, responding to the tactile memory of Sophia's skin. He tried to will his arousal away, but it only seemed to grow, his cock now fully hard and straining against his pants. Tomas took a deep breath, feeling the air catch in his throat as he carefully placed the shorts back in the bag, trying not to think about the way they had hugged Sophia's curves only to find the suction cup dildo in the bag looking very slick from her orgasm.

As Tomas's eyes fell upon the suction cup dildo, his gaze lingered on the slick surface, the image of Sophia's body arched in pleasure flashing before his eyes once more. He felt a jolt of arousal, his cock throbbing in his pants as he reached out a trembling hand to pick up the toy. The cool surface felt strange against his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of Sophia's body that it had so recently been a part of. Tomas's fingers Wrapped around the dildo, his thumb instinctively finding the ridge that had brought Sophia to such heights of pleasure.

Tomas could smell and feel her pussy on the dildo and knowing it had just been inside her was driving him wild as he wanted desperately to taste her juice from the source.

Tomas's fingers tightened around the dildo, his grip almost painful as he struggled to contain the urge to bring it to his lips. He could almost taste the sweet musk of Sophia's pussy, the scent of her orgasm still clinging to the toy like a promise. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead as he stood there, frozen in desire, the air thick with tension.

Slowly, Tomas raised the dildo to his nose, inhaling deeply as he savored the scent of Sophia's arousal. His eyes fluttered closed, and he felt himself transported back to the moment when Sophia had been riding the toy, her body arched in ecstasy covering it with her cum.

As the scent of Sophia's arousal filled his nostrils, Tomas's eyes snapped open, his gaze fixed on the dildo still clutched in his hand. His thumb instinctively began to stroke the ridge, mimicking the motion that had driven Sophia to such heights of pleasure. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt his cock throb in response. Tomas's mind was a jumble of conflicting emotions - guilt, desire, and a deep-seated need to taste the source of the scent that had captivated him. His hand trembled as he applied lotion to his cock. Sophia's yoga shorts once again covered his eyes and nose and he lowered the dildo towards his lips, the cool surface grazing his skin like a whisper.

Tomas felt a shiver run down his spine. His thumb continued to stroke the ridge, the motions on his cock almost involuntary, as if his hand had a mind of its own. The scent of Sophia's arousal wafted up, a heady mixture of musk and sweat, and Tomas's mouth watered in anticipation. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his pulse racing with excitement, as he parted his lips, allowing the dildo to graze his tongue.

The deprivation of his sight mixed with the smell of her pussy and sensation of her cum on his tongue was almost electric, a jolt of desire that ran through his entire body driving him to want more as he stroked his cock slowly to extend the pleasure for as long as possible.

As the dildo grazed his tongue, Tomas's mouth flooded with saliva, his taste buds tingling in response to the subtle tang of Sophia's pussy. He could feel the moment stretching out, the whole world narrowed to the sensations exploding on his tongue, the gentle pressure of the dildo, and the sulfate-free lotion slicking his cock. Tomas's hand stilled for a moment, his chest heaving with a strangled breath, as the sensory input overwhelmed him.

The gentle curve of the dildo rested against his tongue, his antennae tensing with the flutter of his eyelashes under Sophia's yoga shorts. He had never done anything so phallic before and was struggling with his hetero being that was fighting him from doing what he knew needed to be done.

Tomas's tongue darted out, tracing the curve of the dildo, savoring the faint taste of Sophia's arousal. He felt a shudder of pleasure run down his spine, his cock throbbing in response to the forbidden act. His hand resumed its slow, deliberate strokes, the slick lotion providing a smooth glide.

As he continued to explore the dildo with his tongue, Tomas felt a strange mixture of shame and excitement. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but the scent of Sophia's pussy was driving him wild, and he couldn't resist the urge to taste her as he began to simulate giving a blowjob to the dildo while moaning, " Mmmm, Sophia...oh, Sophia..." The words felt forbidden on his lips, but he couldn't help himself, lost in the sensations as his tongue swirled around the dildo, lapping up the remaining lustre of Sophia's arousal. His hand moved in rhythm, the strokes quickening, the lotion slicking his cock, as he acted like a cuck and cleaned the dildo that had just fucked Sophia's feigning deep throat so he could clean the dildo of all her juices.

Tomas's body arched, his hips thrusting forward, meeting the strokes of his hand, the cool air caressing his balls, already tight with anticipation. His tongue slid up and down the length of the dildo, coating it with his saliva, witnesses to his lust and his degradation.

Tomas's body trembled with pleasure as he continued to simulate giving a blowjob to the dildo, moaning Sophia's name, and tasting every inch of the toy. His hand moved faster, the slick lotion providing a smooth glide as he approached his climax. He could feel his balls tightening, his breathing becoming more labored, and his body tensing with anticipation.

Suddenly, he felt a rush of warmth spread through his body, and he arched his back, letting out a low moan as he ejaculated in torrents.

As the last wisps of his ejaculation dissipated, Tomas's body slumped forward, his chest heaving with exhaustion. The dildo still clutched in his mouth, he let out a slow, shuddering breath, the sound muffled by the toy. His tongue, still lodged in the curve of the dildo, felt the warmth of his own breath waft back at him, carrying the scent of Sophia's arousal. The taste lingered on his palate, a bittersweet reminder of his transgression.

Tomas's eyes remained closed as he let the fabric fall back to the floor, his mouth still tingling from the taste of Sophia's arousal. For a moment, he simply stood there, suspended in the afterglow of his need, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.