Keep going!

Well, if she's not ready to change things up after one orgasm, why should you be? Without faltering for more than a moment, you go right on eating her out, drinking down her squirt along with the wetness of her arousal.

You lose track of time as you continue munching on her dripping cunt while she works your cock like a fucking pro. You almost don't even realize it when you're about to cum, the peak appearing all of a sudden. Figuring you get the idea now, you give her no warning either, unloading in her throat without hesitation. Safiya doesn't so much as gag, shoving her lips all the way down to the base of your dick and gulping down every jet of your load without spilling a drop.

To your diminishing surprise, she doesn't stop her sucking once you're done, merely slowing her movements back to their starting pace. In your hypersensitive state, it's almost painful, but Saf keeps her suction and licking gentle enough to bring you through your cooldown, keeping you hard until she feels you fully relax again. Once she does, she gets right back to it, ramping things up once more until you feel another climax building, slower but just as sure.

You're not sure how long it is before she rewards you with another orgasm of her own, flooding your mouth with her come for a second time, though less than before. This time, you're ready, and don't let up on her clit for even a moment. This goes on for what feels like hours, the two of you locked together in lazy oral bliss, cumming in each other's mouths so many times you lose count. After the first few, Saf stops squirting, the well evidently dry, but that doesn't seem to deter her in the least.

Finally, however, you shoot one last depleted drop of cum into her greedy throat, and realize you can't take any more. Stopping your tongue, you tap her on the shoulder, and she quickly lifts her mouth off your cock with a loud slurp. You feel yourself flop onto your stomach, already more than half soft, covered in spit, as Saf rolls off you, flopping back on top of the covers with her head by your hips, panting for breath.

It takes a minute for you to remember how to speak. "Fuck me," you groan. "Where'd you learn to suck cock like that?"

You hear her let out an exhausted chuckle. "All over the place."

Fumbling for your phone, you check the time. You really have been at it for hours: it's nearly seven. As if responding to the information, your stomach growls loudly. Saf seems to be having a similar moment. "I've really gotta pee," she groans, sitting up slowly.

You're certainly not about to deny her a break—you sure as hell need one. "Door off the living room," you supply.

Carefully, Saf swings her legs down off the bed and gets to her feet. Pausing at your bedside, she treats you to a brief show of her stretching out the stiffness, rolling her neck and shoulders and swiveling her hips. Then, casual as anything, she strolls back out into the living room, not even looking at her discarded shorts. Well, considering your door's been open this whole time, it's not like she really has anything to hide.