Max and Silke

Silke stood in front of him. She was wearing a short, tight black dress that barely covered anything. The neckline was low, revealing a large portion of her breasts. The hem ended high up on her thighs. With every breath she took, the thin fabric moved, hinting that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.

She looked at him. Her gaze briefly wandered down his naked body, lingered on his already half-hard cock, and then returned upward.

She turned toward him, looked him straight in the eyes, and began to slowly undress. First, she slid the straps of the dress off her shoulders. The fabric slid down and hung around her hips. Her breasts were exposed—small, firm, with light pink, already hard nipples. She pushed the dress further down, over her hips, until it fell to the floor.

Now she stood completely naked in front of him.

Max’s cock twitched visibly. It had become really hard in just a few seconds—thick, with a broad, reddish glans and clearly visible veins. The glans was already glistening slightly.

Silke stepped closer. She knelt on the floor right in front of him without saying a word. Her hands wrapped around his cock. It felt hot and heavy in her hand. She slowly stroked it once from the base to the tip. A clear drop of precum oozed from the glans.

She leaned forward and licked it off.

Max felt her warm, wet tongue on his glans. She licked slowly and with relish, tasting him while looking up at him. Then she opened her mouth and took him in.

Her mouth was warm and wet. She sucked firmly and let her saliva run down his shaft. There was loud gurgling and smacking as she let him slide deeper into her mouth. Max felt her tongue run along the underside of his cock. She was fucking him with her mouth—slowly, but deeply. Her lips tightened around his thick shaft.

Max grabbed her hair and held her head steady. He thrust into her. Not brutally, but firmly. He wanted to feel how deep she could take him. Silke gagged slightly when he touched her throat, but she didn’t stop. She sucked harder, letting even more saliva flow. It dripped from her chin onto her breasts.

Max looked down and savored the sight: Silke on her knees, naked, his thick cock in her mouth, her lips shiny and swollen, her nipples hard.

He felt his balls tighten.

“Fuck… Silke… I’m about to come…,” he groaned.

He held her head with both hands and fucked her mouth with short, hard thrusts. Then he came. Hot, thick spurts shot deep into her throat. Max groaned loudly as he came. Silke swallowed, but it was too much. Some of his cum ran out of the corner of her mouth, dripped down her chin, and landed on her bare breasts.

Max was breathing heavily. His cock was still twitching in her mouth.

Silke licked it clean, slowly and thoroughly. She ran her tongue over his glans, licked off every last drop, and swallowed what was left in her mouth. Then she looked up at him—her face slightly smeared, her lips glistening, her breasts splattered with his cum.

Max looked down at her.

His cock was still half-hard.

He grabbed her under the arms, pulled her up, and kissed her hard. Then he pushed her backward onto the bed.

“You’re far from done,” he said hoarsely.

Silke landed on her back, her legs slightly spread. Max climbed onto the bed with her.

He knelt between her thighs and looked down at her pussy for a moment.

She was already extremely wet.

Her labia glistened with moisture, a thin, clear thread of her juices stretching between them. The insides of her thighs were slightly shiny. Max smelled her immediately—an intense mixture of her perfume (sweet, floral, which she’d sprayed specifically on the insides of her thighs) and her pure, arousing scent. It smelled of lust, of a wet pussy, of a woman.

He leaned down and slowly licked once from bottom to top across her entire pussy.

The taste hit him immediately.

She tasted strong. Intense. A little salty, but also sweet and slightly metallic. Her juices were thick and sticky; they clung to his tongue. Max licked again, this time harder and deeper. He slid his tongue between her labia and tasted her directly from her pussy. It tasted even more intense in there—warmer, wetter, hornier.

He could breathe in her scent deeply. Her perfume mingled with the scent of her arousal into something that drove him wild. It smelled like her. Like her skin, like her desire, like her femininity. He inhaled it deeply as he continued to lick.

His tongue swept broadly over her swollen labia, licking up her juices and gathering them in his mouth. He could taste her getting wetter and wetter. Every time his tongue brushed against her clit, her body twitched slightly. He sucked her clit between his lips and licked it quickly and firmly. At the same time, he slid two fingers inside her.

She was hot. Tight. And incredibly wet.

Max curled his fingers and kept licking. He felt her pussy tighten around his fingers. Her juices ran down his chin. He licked them away, tasted them, savored them. They tasted strongly of her—of lust, of arousal, of a woman who’d been horny all day.

He licked deeper, pushing his tongue inside her and fucking her with it. As he did, he smelled and tasted her intensely. Her juices were even thicker now, even more arousing. They tasted sweet and tangy, a little sharp, but in a way that only made him harder.

Max looked up. Silke had thrown her head back, her eyes half-closed. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly. He saw her nipples standing hard and sensitive in the air.

He licked even more greedily.

He wanted to taste every bit of her. He licked her labia, her clit, licked deep into her pussy, and swallowed her juices. He rubbed his nose against her pussy as he licked, just to inhale her intense, arousing scent even more deeply.

Silke moaned loudly. Her thighs trembled. Max could feel her getting wetter and wetter. Her juices ran down his chin, dripping onto the sheet. He licked up everything he could reach. He didn’t want to waste a single drop of her.

He thrust his tongue as deep into her as possible and licked her G-spot with quick, hard strokes. At the same time, he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

Silke came hard.

Her pussy spasmed around his tongue, her whole body tensing up. Max felt a gush of her juices pour out of her. He licked it up immediately—more intensely, more forcefully, even more arousing than before. He drank her as she came, tasting her pleasure straight from her pussy.

Only when she lay there trembling and gasping did he slowly sit up. His mouth and chin glistened with her juices. He licked his lips once and could still taste her.

Then he looked down at her—naked, sweaty, her legs still slightly spread.

His cock was rock hard.

“You taste so hot…,” he said hoarsely. “I could lick your pussy all day.”

He ran two fingers over her wet, slightly throbbing pussy and then slid them into his mouth. He licked them off slowly, looking her straight in the eyes as he did so.