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Chapter 11 by TitManDDo TitManDDo

What happens next?

I lick her to a screaming O

Alyssa pushes my head down between her thighs and gasps, “Eat my pussy! Eat me out, Andrew! Make me cum all over your face!” Since she’s wound up and I’m already fingerfucking her, I go right for her clit. I latch on with my lips, suck hard, and curl my tongue around it; then I pull on it a little, and she goes nuts. “FUCKfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK! Yeaaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhh FUCK! That’s it, fucker, EAT my fucking clit! You fucking well suck me hard—YEAAAGGGHHH!” I give her nipple a hard pinch, and she yells.

I twirl my tongue around her clit and suck on her it like I’m trying to find the Tootsie Roll center; she holds my head into her pussy and grips my head hard with her thighs. I start humming the bass riff to “Taxman” and stroke her G-spot with a circular motion, and she bucks and trembles beneath me. “FUCK, Andrew!” Alyssa cries. “Ohhh, fuckfuckFUCK you suck my fucking clit so fucking good! Just like that, you big fucking cuntlicker, that feels so fucking good! Eat my fucking clit—finger my fucking cunt—I’m so fucking close! More, Andrew, fucking more!”

I suckle her clit like my life depends on it and spank it with my tongue, matching the speed of my tongue with the speed of my fingers on her G-spot. Alyssa is writhing and heaving beneath me without ever unclamping her steel thighs, and yelling at the top of her lungs. “Right there—suck harder—don’t stop—harder, cuntsucker!—rightthere—don’t you fucking stop—so fucking close—sofuckingclose—sofucking—ohfuckohfuckohfuckI’mgonnacumohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohFUCK!” Alyssa bursts out in a shattering scream as her body convulses under me. She bucks her hips hard into my face and writhes like a flame in a breeze. Her cunt clamps down on my fingers hard enough to make my knuckles hurt. She trembles and spasms; and then, abruptly, her body releases. Her legs unlock and she sinks back onto the bed. She opens her eyes and looks at me, a soft expression on her face that seems to be compounded of wonder and affection. “Thank you, Andrew . . . that was wonderful. Again.”

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