She’s wonderful

I reach for Morgan’s hips and pull her toward the head of the bed; she keeps coming until she’s straddling my face. “I’ll have to change your bandages after this,” she murmurs, “but it will be worth it.”

“Fuck yeah,” I agree. When she’s in position, with her sex in my face and her hands braced against the wall, I stick my nose into her flower and take a deep breath of her fragrance. Morgan smells like dark chocolate, cinnamon, and oranges. I lap at her flooded quim with a broad, flat tongue; her nectar is a little thicker than usual and tastes exactly as it smells. She mewls at the touch of my tongue. I kiss up and down her big inner labia, caressing them with my lips, while licking back and forth, stroking her lips and collecting as much of her juices as I can. She rubs her twat against my face and moans encouragement.

I slide a hand around beneath Morgan’s tight round ass to play with her pussy lips from behind, then pull it back to reach into her slit from the front. I stroke her clit with the tip of my nose, enjoying the small, high-pitched sounds she makes in response, then lick it gently. I curl my tongue around her button and caress it with my lips. I tease her tight, wet opening with the tip of one finger, then bring another one beside it. Slowly, I push two fingers inside. I know how tight she is, but she told me she’ll stretch, and I’m not going to settle for just one. The elastic resistance of her cunt is considerable, but she’s wet enough to make this possible. She gasps and shudders and arches her back at the invasion.

That thrusts out her chest. The view above me is almost as nice as the one right in front of me—I can see up Morgan’s flat stomach to her huge, heaving tits with their perfect little pink nubs. Above them I can see some of her face—which is to say, I can see some of it through her cleavage, with the picture framed by her striking blue hair. I haven’t gotten to play with those babies yet, so I reach up to caress one.

I open my mouth a little wider and suck the head of Morgan’s quim between my lips, setting her mewling and purring. I suckle her slick flesh, enjoying her nectar, and flicker my tongue over her joystick. I keep driving my fingers into her outstandingly tight, deliciously wet tunnel while the other hand plays with her heavy melon. I let it rest in my palm, kneading and squeezing her titflesh and pinching its turgid pink tip between my fingers.

Finally, my knuckles rest in Morgan’s juicy slit. I start corkscrewing my fingers out and in, moving slowly. I close my mouth tight around her pearl and suckle it like a tit, trilling it with my tongue. Her panting and moaning starts rising in pitch and volume. I can feel her hotbox growing accustomed to my fingers, so I pump her harder, still rotating my wrist back and forth as I do. I pull my arm toward me to increase the pressure and friction on the front wall of her box from my fingerfucking; she rewards me with a high, soft keening sound.

I stop suckling and instead just suck hard on Morgan’s pearl, like I’m trying to suck it right out of its oyster. I lash it with my tongue. “Aaahhh—aaaahhhh—aaaaahhhhh—” she pants. When I start humming the bass riff to “Another One Bites the Dust,” she explodes with a wild, tearing scream. Her cunt clamps down hard enough on my fingers that I have to stop pumping and just flex them against her G-spot; her girl-honey froths around my fingers and runs down my arm. I pinch her nipple and roll her tit in my fingers, and I keep sucking her button as she cums like thunder.

When I can move my fingers again, I pull them out of Morgan’s honeypot. I drop the other hand to grab her ass, pulling her up and forward a little. I doubt she’s ever been tongue-fucked, but I have a trick up my . . . well, not my sleeve—I’m not sure what. Anyway, I have the ability not just to roll my tongue but to plump it up as round as my dick. I do that—and if my tongue isn’t as long as hers, it is above average in length—and plunge it into her dripping hole. It’s not a great angle for tongue penetration, but it will do. She gasps at the unexpected sensation. Once my tongue is in her honeypot, I flex it, press my lips hard against hers, and suck with all my might. My wet fingers come up above my head to diddle her joystick, and she shrieks. Her body shakes and quivers, then erupts into another screaming orgasm; her pussy squeezes my tongue and floods my mouth with girl-cum, which I guzzle greedily.

Morgan shudders out of her climax after a while, moves unsteadily back toward my feet, and swings herself off the bed so she can collapse into a chair. “That was . . . I have no words,” she says huskily. “I have never had anything that great in my entire life.”