The pearl in the oyster

I pull my tongue out of Tiffini’s sex when I can and penetrate her again with my middle finger. I give her a few good pumps, then pull it all the way out and push two fingers into her hot little hole. It takes effort, and I can feel her stretching tautly around my digits. She gasps and arches her back again, then mewls when I start rotating my wrist. I flex my fingers slightly, and she catches her breath. When I press hard on her G-spot and start rubbing it, she shrieks and cums hard around my fingers.

I keep my fingers busy in Tiffini’s hot, wet cunt all through her orgasm. She eventually stops writhing and opens her eyes; I gaze into them for a moment before bending down to suck her pearl into my mouth. She moans wordlessly as I caress it with my lips and tease it with my tongue, then lick all around it and flick my tongue back and forth over its tip. I reach up with my free hand to grab one of her heavy tits, pressing my fingers into her flesh and pinching its quivering tip. She puts both hands on my head and distractedly strokes my hair.

I begin suckling Tiffini’s button, feeling her tremble and quiver under my attentions. “More . . .” she moans. “Mr. Lane . . . so good . . . more . . .” Her trembling increases when I increase the pressure on her G-spot and start rubbing a little faster. I can feel the tension building in her body; her movements grow faster and more disjointed, and she rolls her head back and forth. When I judge she’s about to blow, I suck hard on her clit, like I’m trying to suck the coating off an M&M, and hum Geddy Lee’s bass riff from “Force Ten”; I also start pumping her pussy as hard and fast as I can manage with my fingers, pressing them into her G-spot.

Tiffini’s back arches, driving her hips into my face hard enough to hurt, and she lets out a tearing scream. I try to imagine what it will be like when her cunt is squeezing my cock as hard as it’s now squeezing my fingers, but it’s beyond me at the moment. I keep the suction on her clit until her scream cuts off and her body collapses back onto the bed, then release her button and draw my fingers out of her depths. Her eyes flutter open to stare at me, unfocused and wide in disbelief. “And that, little one, is what it feels like to have your pussy eaten,” I tell her. “If it’s eaten well, anyway.”

“Ohhhhhh, Mr. Lane,” Tiffini breathes. “Why does any girl ever let you leave her bedroom?”

“Well,” I tell her, smirking a little, “if nothing else, they have to sleep.”