Visual- and Anal-Stimulation

"Look at me!" was her only order. I obeyed.

Marie let herself sink down to the ground, her ass touching the forest grass, spreading her legs. It appears that while her one hand was doing her thing on my balls, the other hand has been busy on her bushy pussy all the time. And she continued the movement, now on full display, with me watching from above. The slut was masturbating right on front of me, facing me and looking me into the eyes with a grin that revealed how much she enjoyed having an audience. Getting off was not her intention, instead she pushed her fingers deep into her vagina for once, but then released them and presented me with the result: her fingers wet and sparkling from her pussy juice.

I moaned. "I want to taste you!"

"Ooooh, the slut here wants to taste Marie's pussy? He desires to lick the juice from my fingers? Ha! Not now, not now, you will have your chance to lick it directly from the source, you better be ready. But now ..." And with that words she set back on her knees, back with her face directly in front of my penis. Looking me into the eyes, she was slowly taking my member in her mouth again, this deep with her lips densely wrapped around the cock. Meanwhile, her hands were grabbing my ass, slowly pulling my body towards her mouth.

Now she was in full control. She decided when my cock went into her mouth and how deep. And it went deep. And then she suddenly started to massage my butt, and at the same time sucking in the air in her moth, almost creating negative pressure around my penis. Wow.

That brought me on the brink to orgasm again, but again she noticed and released the tension in the right moment. What a bitch! What I almost missed in the intense feeling was where her wet fingers went. But now I noticed: she put the fingers on my butthole, circling around my anus, making it wet with her own pussy juice! Okay, what ... I was not able to form better thoughts than that. Instead, I moaned in a deep tone as she slit one of her fingers in my butt. The feeling was intense, but I was not sure about what to make of it.