She rides your face

Grinning, Nikki grips the headboard of the bed with both hands and slides her body up yours, both of you hot and sweating in the stifling room. Even so, the heat of her dripping pussy is incredible and you feel it mark a trail up your torso as she drags it across your stomach and chest, towards your head.

She grinds her hairy pussy into your face and grips your head firmly between her thighs. You lap at her musky slit, hunting out her puffy lips between the mass of coarse hair and running your tongue gently over and between them. She moans appreciatively and squeezes your head harder between her thighs as you continue to lick her. Her juices flow even harder, her taste flooding your mouth and nose ans she rubs her self harder and harder against you. Your tongue hunts out her clitoris, nuzzling it gently then licking rhythmically and she begins to gasp softly "oh..oh..oh" as you work her towards her peak.

She gets louder and more vocal as she approaches orgasm, and as it hits her she yells out a tourettes like barrage of obscenity and nonsense - "Gah holy shit weasel fuck bike!" - and a full on flood of her wetness explodes into your face as her legs clamp vice like around your head, pushing her pussy involuntarily into your mouth as hard as she can. You relax your ministrations, but one of her hands grabs a fist full of your hair and forces your face ever harder against her.

"Don't stop! Don't you fucking stop you fuck!" she yells, and you have **** but to continue as she rides your face like a bronco.

You have difficulty breathing as you lick desperately at her, but she doesn't seem to care, slamming and rubbing herself at you as hard as she can. Before you can suffocate completely, you manage to work her to another peak, marked by another head crushing from her thighs, another powerful squirt of girl cum and another of her word salad outbursts - "Fucking Friday fish cunt!"

She finally relents a little, but backs off just slightly, rapping you hard on the top of the head and snarling at you to keep licking. You work her to a further three wild, screaming orgasms and feel like you've swallowed at least a pint of her juices and that she's close to breaking your jaw before she hits another orgasm that seems even more powerful than the last ones and collapses back onto you.

She takes just a second or two to recover before she pounces back, scrambling up the bed and grabbing you firmly by the ears. She kisses you with incredible, ferocious passion and gasps - "That was good. That was good."

"Yeah," you say weakly, gasping for breath.

"A really good start," she says, panting and grinning, her glasses askew on her sweaty face and her eyes wild behind them, "What next?"