Oral

Chapter 22 - Oral

Torin dragged his thumb across Leena’s mouth like he owned it. The pad pressed into the soft give of her lower lip, then the upper, squeezing until the blood rushed up and the skin turned a deep, swollen red. He didn’t rush.

He worked the flesh between his thumb and finger, pinching the plump lower lip hard enough to make it pout out, then dragged the rough pad back and forth until the soft surface looked bruised and thoroughly used—wet, shiny, already a little puffy from the pressure.

He watched the colour deepen under his touch. Watched her lips part just a fraction on a shaky breath. Then he shifted closer, the thick head of his cock already wet and heavy. He lined it up against those swollen red lips and dragged it left to right in one long, deliberate sweep.

The blunt tip smeared across the soft flesh, leaving a thick, shiny trail of pre-cum that stretched from one corner of her mouth to the other. The wet heat of him painted her lips glossy, the slick streak catching the light as he dragged back the other way, coating every bit of that abused red surface.

He pressed the flared head firmly against the seam of her lips at the same moment she opened for him. Leena took him in one smooth gulp, lips stretching wide around the thick shaft as she swallowed him down until her nose brushed the base.

Torin grabbed her head with both hands, fingers locking in her hair, and started moving. He fucked her mouth in steady, rhythmic thrusts—slow at first, the wet heat of her throat gripping him each time he pushed in. She took every stroke without gagging, eyes half-lidded, clearly enjoying the soft, controlled pace as he used her mouth like a second cunt.

After about five deep strokes she reached up and cupped his heavy balls in one hand. She started massaging them, rolling the tight sacs in her palm, tickling the sensitive skin underneath with her fingertips, then scratching lightly with her nails. The sensation shot straight up through him. Cum began to pump upward from his balls, pressure building fast in the base of his cock.

Torin tightened his grip on her head and switched to hard, fast thrusts. Four long strokes back and forth—deep, punishing, the head battering the back of her throat—and he emptied everything. Thick ropes of cum flooded her mouth, pulse after pulse, filling her until it leaked from the corners of her lips.

He dragged his cock free of her mouth, slow enough that the thick shaft slid across her tongue one last time. A final heavy drop of cum clung to the tip, stretching thin before it hung there, glistening.

Leena didn’t spit.

She didn’t look away.

Her eyes stayed locked on his—dark, steady, almost defiant—as her throat worked once. Then twice. The muscles of her neck flexed hard with each swallow. Every thick pulse of his load disappeared down her throat without a single drop escaping. When she finally parted her lips again, they were wet and shiny, but clean. Nothing left.

Torin’s cock jerked hard in the open air at the sight, a fresh twitch that sent another bead of cum welling up at the tip.

He climbed off her body and gripped her hips, turning and shifting her until she sat upright on the sofa instead of lying flat. Her bare ass sank into the cushions, thighs still trembling.

Then he dropped straight to his knees in front of her.

His eyes locked hard on the wet, swollen vertical lips of her pussy. They were already glistening, slightly parted, the soft folds shiny and flushed.

Both of his hands planted on her knees at the same time. He shoved them wide apart with raw force. Her legs spread open under the pressure and her cunt lips parted with them, opening up to show the pink, dripping center. Clear wetness clung to the soft inner flesh and a thin string of it stretched as the lips separated.

Torin pushed his little finger into her for a single second—just deep enough to feel the tight heat and the way her walls clung and fluttered around the thin digit. Her cunt gripped him hard, a quick, greedy squeeze that made his cock throb against his thigh. He pulled the finger straight back out, shiny and wet, and watched a fresh bead of her juice slide down the soft fold it had just left.

He closed the distance without pause.

His tongue met her pussy hard. No teasing or soft kisses. He licked her aggressively, like a dog in heat—long, flat, greedy strokes that started at the bottom of her slit and dragged all the way up over her clit. Each pass flattened her swollen lips, spreading them open, then dragged the rough surface of his tongue across the hard little pearl at the top. The sour-salty taste of her flooded his mouth immediately, thick and sharp, coating his tongue and running down the back of his throat. He growled low against her cunt and did it again, harder, slower, pressing deeper so the flat of his tongue dragged every drop of her wetness straight into his mouth.

He shoved his tongue inside her next and started tongue-fucking her in earnest. The wet muscle thrust in and out, the tip flickering and curling against her inner walls with every stroke. The rapid, messy motion pushed her straight over the edge.

Leena’s orgasm hit hard. Her hips jerked uncontrollably. Clear liquid sprayed across his face and tongue in short, forceful bursts while her body kept twitching and pumping more out of her. The warm fluid ran down his chin and dripped onto his chest as her cunt clenched and released around nothing.

Torin grabbed her palm, yanked her up to her feet in one strong motion, and dropped himself down onto the sofa in her place.

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