One way

Elly invites you to lay next to her on the table in a 69 with her pussy next to your face. You carefully join her on the stone surface. Assuming the position you grope Elly's ass as a way to let her know you have settled in. Her ass is perfectly round and with a thickness that feels so good in your hands.

Understanding your confirmation, Elly takes hold of your cock and hoists one of her legs over you, straddling your chest and presenting you with a familiar view of your own to play with.

Elly is glistening, beyond arousal, her puffy, pink lips ooze juices down her thighs and onto your chin, the musky smell overwhelming, strong, but not unpleasant.

"Come and get me" Elly says, at the same time moving her legs. She is kneeling uncomfortably on your arms, pinning them to the ground. Elly obviously needs to clear some distance. You struggle, but there was no way you can free yourself, and you have no leverage, she is You look up at her, past the tuft of fur on her mound, beads of sweat slipping slowly down her toned belly flexing as she breathes.

With your in her hand she starts to stroke gently. You flinch, sparks fly in your mind and you feel your will to fight her being sapped. She leans down and kisses the tip, her soft, warm lips pressing against the head. Your cock bulges to full mast, heat rising in your member as she looks down at you, a smug smile on her face. She plants slow, wet kisses on your belly, then on your hip, then your thigh, squeezing gently as you watch her.

"No... that's good..." you gasp.

At this she begins to pump slowly with both hands, observing you to measure your reaction. Her grip is firm, but slow, and each motion of her hands send a lightning bolt of pleasure up your spine. You writhe back and forth, trying to block out as much sensory information as possible to prevent an overload. You feel something warm and wet wrap around you, and glanced under her only to confirm that her luscious lips have now slid over the head, sucking it into her hot, wet mouth. You buck as you feel her tongue coil around your glans, coating it with a layer of saliva. She grips the shaft in her hand and pumps slowly as she plays with the tip, pressing you to the ground with her other hand.

She presses her head down, her smooth lips slipping down your shaft and kissing the base. She sucks hard, the hot, tight walls of her cheeks closing around you like a prison of wet silk as her tongue coils and teases. You gasp as the head of your member presses into the back of her throat. She knows what she is doing, better than any ordinary woman, it is almost painfully good. You realise with a pang of shame that she is no longer restraining you. Pleasure is your restraint now, your own traitorous nervous system is your prison, the unbearable waves of sensation that causes your hips to roll and your back to arch are your bonds.

"Use your tongue." She demands, and you glance up to see her labia, her fleshy flower with her open pink petals leak a viscous, clear fluid in anticipation. Elly is letting you back into the game. Before you can advance, she perches herself on your face, her weight pressing your mouth against her. Wet fluid leaks around your mouth, and that strong odour permeated your senses. Her labia meets your lips like a sordid kiss, and you feel her velvety soft thighs glance your cheeks. Compliant, you probe with your tongue, tracing the folds. She tastes metallic, slightly salty, but not unpleasant. As you **** your tongue deeper inside her, you feel her thighs squeeze your head, vice-like, as she tenses and flexes from the stimulation.

Meanwhile, Elly moves her head up and down rhythmically, squeezing your balls gently in her soft hand. You writhe and your breath gets caught in your throat. She pushes your cock into her cheek and speaks over it, the vibrations of her mouth tickling you.

"Don't start a fight you can't win, Roger..." She croons ominously, but the curl at the edges of your mouth tells you this might be a fight you will enjoy losing. She pushes down on you again, continuing her grinding motion while you probe rhythmically. You feel your cock throb in anticipation, praying there will be more to this encounter. Elly drags both of her hands down your thighs, her nails leaving identical red welts in your skin, the sensation makes you jump.

Elly takes your cock whole and you go into an endless stream of moans. The feeling is exquisite. You consider yourself a tough customer and until now a dominant sexfighter, but as she swallows your dick whole and cradles your balls in her soft hands, all melts away and your mind goes blank. All you can think about is her **** on your senses and her tongue worming it's way around, sending shivers down your spine.

She breaks off the engagement, slowling rubbing your combined juices over the head of your sensitive cock.

“Such a disappointment. I can make you cum whenever I want. Not a worthy opponent at all" She mumbles.

“You won't…” Indignation flares. The sexfighter in you revitalises you and gives you the strength to go on. She can tease you all she wants, you will not give in, you will not give her the satisfaction.

"Oh I think you will, I can do things to you that will make your toes curl."

You probe in search of her clitoris. You wrap your lips around it and feel her freeze, her soft thighs quiver against your cheeks. You hold it in your lips for a moment, teasing her, then suck it into your mouth, running your tongue around it. Elly now groans in return, leaning forward, as you press the protrusion between your tongue and your teeth, squeezing it.

"Damn it...not so hard..." She gasps, grinding her pussy harder into your face. You ignore her warning and suck harder, flicking the tip of your tongue over it and chew lightly. You feel her body spasm, and she lets out a stifled cry, adorable coming from such a proud sex warrior. You don't let up, continue your **** on the most tender part of her anatomy, her juices are overflowing, dripping onto your face and leaking down her inner thighs. _How aroused can she possibly get? Don't listen to her, stay alert, stay in control, and you can win this. _Every time you renew your chewing, or apply more suction, she squeezes you tighter, wringing your member, strangling it. Despite yourself, the jolts of pleasure travel up your spine, making your head spin. Better to finish her quickly, before she takes you along for the ride and you lose control too. You suck hard and bite her gently, massaging her clit with your tongue. She temporarily arches her back, her hands leave your cock to find her breasts, she squeezes and mashes them, squashing your face into her wet mound.

Elly’s transition is smooth as she resumes sucking your dick. She slows as she feels your member throb and jump in her mouth, and pulls back, closing her lips around your head again, licking and mouthing too gently to send you over the edge.

"Your mouth is so hot." She murmurs, her voice cracking. You splutter a little, trying to come up for air, but her grip on you is strong, if she doesn't want you to surface, you won't be breathing any time soon. You decide to even the score, and run your fingernails down her inner thighs, not quite enough to hurt, but enough to leave welts. At this she groans and writhes and grounds her crotch against your tongue, trying to push you deeper. At the same time she is in full **** mode on your dick.

“…are you ready….to……give me your cum …….” she murmurs intermittently while slurping on your cock

“….I won't……..”

“……….I ... know you will…..” she gulps.

Soon she begins to twist her hands in different directions, now slippery with saliva. Your vision blurs and tiny points of light dance before your retinas as you feel your orgasm mounting. The sensations rapidly become too much for you. You attempt to hump the air hopelessly, but her arm presses your hips down, trapping you in this unbearable bliss.

"Awwww FUCK! Cumming!!!!"

You then let out an embarrassing sound not worthy of a sexual combatant, and seeing your reaction, she strangles your dick in her hand, sucking hard, forcing out every last drop of your orgasm.

Her squeezing becomes rhythmic and her hands milk you, her every motion compels another shockwave to flow through your spasming body. What could only have been 30 seconds of shuddering joy feels like 30 minutes, after which you collapse into a dazed heap.

Your muscles ache. Elly crawls slowly up your body to drape herself over you. She rewards you with a grateful kiss, you taste yourself on her tongue but you don't care. The kiss is long and impossibly deep, her hands cupping your face, enjoying the heat radiating from your cheeks.