Dropping The B Word
Isha
Feather-light kisses slowly woke me up, but it was confusing because my head was on Dawson’s chest, who was lightly snoring, his arm holding me close and the kisses were on my hip, lower back and across each butt-cheek. My leg was thrown over Dawson’s waist practically and the lips were getting closer and closer to my p*ssy.
When a wet tongue swiped through my lips, I gasped, and Dawson’s hold on me tightened, then all of a sudden I was being shifted to lay right on top of him, and he spread my legs wide. Whoever was down my body took advantage and
dove in for a feast.
My head was still on Dawson’s chest, and I was lying right on top of his hard c*ck. So whoever was playing with me was right there, where Dawson’s balls were at. I lifted my head to look at him, and his eyes were blazing with lust.
“Is your p*ssy still sore, baby?”
“A little,” I whimpered when the tongue dove into me. But it was starting to feel really good.
The talented tongue came out of me and swiped lower to play with my clit and I moaned, wiggling on top of Dawson, who groaned and thrusted, his c*ck sliding along my soft belly.
“I need to c*m, but I don’t want to hurt you anymore than you already are. Hold on,” he said a little louder.
The tongue stopped and I whined a little. I went to turn my head to see who was eating me, but Dawson was faster and rolled me over. His big body came over mine. He leaned over and opened a drawer from his side table and got a bottle of lube out. He was kneeling over my chest, my legs were unceremoniously pushed wide, and the tongue went back to work.
I cried out and Dawson grinned wickedly.
“I’ve been wanting to f*ck these t*ts since I laid eyes on you.”
He opened the bottle of lube and slathered my cleavage up and then his hard d*ck. He stroked himself and the sight had me going closer to the edge. The tongue flicked over my clit rapidly but just as I was about to burst, it moved over and circled around it. My moan was loud and frustrated. I heard two chuckles, Dawson’s and Mr. Tongues.
Dawson shifted forward, the person between my legs settled in, pushing my legs further apart with their shoulders. He spread my p*ssy lips and started f*cking me with his tongue. Dawson glided his c*ck between my breasts.
“Hold your t t*ts together, baby. Let me f*ck them.”
Never has this happened to me. Not even Jason put his d*ck on my chest and used my t*ts to envelop him. I was eager to please, and I smashed them together with his c*ck in between them. He started snapping his hip back and forth and the tongue f*cked me to Dawson’s rhythm. Holy hell was this hot. The head of Dawson’s d*ck came through, and I couldn’t help lifting my head and opening my mouth in a big 0.
“Holy sh*t she’s sucking the head of my c*ck as I f*ck her t*ts.” The man between my legs groaned and my whole body
reacted. I convulsed from the vibration.
I threw my head back and screamed as I came all over the face of the man between my legs. He lapped up my cream,
groaning in pleasure at my taste.
“F*ck, f*ck, Isha, this is so good,” Dawson groaned. I went back to sucking his head. “I’m going to f*cking c*m.” I licked his tip as he moved faster and faster. I couldn’t keep up with his movements, so I just laid my head back. With a loud
grunt, his c*m splashed all over my chin, neck and breasts.
“So pretty,” Dawson whispered. “Don’t move.” He leaned over and grabbed his phone and then lifted his brow. I nodded
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