A side of beef

As Monica knelt, she pulled Ammina’s kilt up and looked at his cock. It was indeed long, thin at the tip, and flexible. Monica giggled, “It’s so flexible and pink.” She pressed her lips against the side of his flesh, “It matched my lipstick.”

Ammina moaned as she started to stroke him, kissing the length of his cock. “Oh, it’s so hard and hot towards the base,” she said.

Ammina laughed, “Kusarikku women have long winding reproductive tracts,” he said almost clinically. “We have a lot of flexibility to bend and shape to their insides.”

Monica smiled, “So, I should be able to take you into my throat from here?” she asked as she pursed her lips at his soft tip. She ran her tongue around, tasting his arousal. It was not like a man’s precum, it was similarly dense, but instead of being sweet and tangy, it was savoury and creamy. She moaned as she started to stroke him and bob on his cock. To begin with, she only took the first few inches, but quickly moved deeper as the beginning of his cock was only about as thick as her finger, tapering out to being as wide as her wrist at the base.

By the time she was swallowing his tip into her throat, he was two fingers thick at her lips, and it felt comfortable. To her amazement, however, his tip kept moving, almost wriggling. It tickled her throat but it didn’t feel bad. Then she moaned as she thought about how that would feel deep inside her cunt.

Ammina bent forwards slightly to reach for her breasts, gently caressing them and fingering her nipples as he slowly thrust.

As Monica continued deeper, she shifted her hand from the base of his shaft to his balls. Short golden brown fur covered them, and they hung low. They were not gigantic like she had experienced with Licar, but his balls were firm, almost hard. Teasingly, she squeezed one and felt Ammina moan, then she squeezed it harder, like testing the ripeness of a pear, and he pushed forward, groaning. “Keep doing that, and I will cum,” he warned her.

Monica resisted a smile and instead continued to swallow her way down his shaft, moaning with each withdrawal before plunging back onto his cock. She was drooling in pleasure, saliva dripping from her lips and his cock as she pushed deeper. She could feel his tip wriggling deep in her throat and grabbed both his balls, gently at first, but increasing in intensity she started to squeeze and knead them as Ammina’s thrusts became more urgent. “Oh, Monica,” he moaned, pushing forward and pressing her head against the brick wall.

She let him guide his own pace and depth, enjoying the feeling of his thin length sliding into her throat and the feeling of fullness in her mouth. She continued to squeeze and knead his nuts as he started to shake, and then he pushed forward and held himself there. She felt his balls contract in her hand and his shaft throb, and felt him cumming deep into her throat. She swallowed and pushed forward one last time, swallowing as much as her jaw would allow.

Ammina pulsed for a long time, throb after throb. She swallowed and moaned, she couldn’t imagine how full her cunt would be when he finally fucked her, and it would be quite the treat for Mitch.

After several moments of Ammina’s orgasm, she gently pushed him backwards, she needed to breathe. As he retreated from her throat into her mouth, she moaned and shuddered; his taste was strong, rich, and savoury. When he finally pulled from her mouth, Monica smiled up at him and was surprised by one last pulse from his cock, landing on her nose and cheek. “It’s pink?” Monica said with a laugh, “You have pink cum?”

Ammina nodded, “Thank you, that was very enjoyable,” he said.

She smiled up at him as she wiped the pink cum from her nose and cheek and sucked her fingers clean. “I hope you aren’t done for the night?”

Ammina shook his head, “I will be ready again in not too long. How about we finish our drinks, and then I will take you to my place?”

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