Feed her Other Mouth

You gently stroke Noir's head as she continues lavishing her long tongue and wetly sucking lips on your once again hardening cock you can tell by her reflexively bucking hips how turned on she still is You're loving this attention, but wanting to make her wail like a banshee in thunderous cumming, too.

"Noir, love," you say, "is your other mouth hungry?"

Noir blinks in confusion, still lapping at your happily swollen member.

"Other mouth?" she asks.

"Yes," you say slyly, gently guiding her to a sideways sixty-nine and running a finger over her puffy and glistening womanhood, "this mouth."

Noir moans loud and lusty as you stroke her, probing to find her clit and stroke it, making her shudder and squirm with delight.

"Uuuuuhhh masssster," gasps Noir, "so good."

"Yes your other mouth is very hungry," you say playfully, fingering her in earnest now, "I'd better feed you down here as well."

"Aaaaahhhh," calls out Noir, "yes! Feed me, master! Feed me good!"

You've got her worked into a frenzy, hoping to make her cum hard when you break her maidenhead so the pain will be forgotten as instantly as possible. You shift to poise yourself above her, her legs spread wide, her huge breasts heaving against you, and you push your way lovingly in. Noir's cumming and your breeching the hymen couldn't be timed more perfectly. Suddenly you're in her and watching her head roll back and forth in ecstacy. This is only the beginning. You withdraw and invade her again, her tight slippery cunt clutching at your big intruder. Her wings wrap you tight against her and she kisses you with a mad intensity, bucking her hips to meet your needy thrusts. Eventually, you roll to your back and she rides you hard, her great gold-decorated boobies bouncing all about in her enthusiasm and your hands lovingly manhandling her fleshy posterior. Suddenly, Noir tenses, her wings stretched out to the fullest, her head thrown back, looking like some kind of darkly beautiful aztec goddess, and lets out a high-pitched cry of pure joy. Her womanhood spasms around you in her cumming, setting you off inside of her to blast her womb with your seed. There's a timeless moment while you and she are seized in the throes of mutual orgasm and then the collapse. You on your back and Noir draped across you (quite literally given her wings.) The two of you heave for breath, embracing each other.

?Master?so good,? Noir mews weakly but happily.

?I concur,? you manage.

?Sh-shall I get up and do something?? asks Noir, ?Make dinner or clean up??

Poor Noir. She?s shaking like a leaf and yet she?s been trained that a master expects her to simply get straight up and get the work done. You stroke her head assuringly.

?Just be here,? you say gently, ?let me hold you?rest with me and enjoy.?

Noir seems infinitely glad and relieved as she nestles against you, cooing softly until sleep claims you both.