Mr nick is a pervert 3
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Your wish is my command.” Becks flattens her hand on my crotch. It’s oh so tight around my c**k area, yet she manages to squeeze me hard. I buck against her palm and exhale a raspy ‘fuck.’
Becks smiles at my reaction to her touch. “Do you like that mr. Nick? Does my touch excite you?” She unzips my trouser and pulls my d**k out. I am stiff and throbbing in her grip. I shut my eyes tightly, fighting the urge to come right there, in her hand.
Becks licks her lips. Slowly, she sticks her fingers her mouth and begins to f**k her throat with her fingers. All four of them. Minus her thumb. It’s so hot.
“f**k,” she moans. Her lips are stretched to full capacity. She squeezes her thighs together, no doubt to ease some of the tension in her p***y.
I’m done playing the waiting game. In one swift movement, I drop down to my knees and wrap my hand around her neck. I remember the way Tom had nearly zapped the life out of her and I squeeze harder. Becks grips my hand, tightening my hold around her neck.
I was right. She really is twisted.
“I see you like to be rough handled. You thrive off of pain.” I spit on her lips and she moans in pleasure.
Fucking hell.
I take it a notch further by rubbing my saliva all over her face. She opens her mouth and bares her tongue to me, quietly urging me to spit in her mouth.
I give her what she wants. I spit in her mouth and she gobbles it up.
“Stick your fingers in your mouth,” I command her. She obliged. She sticks her fingers in between her lips and takes them all the way down to the back of her throat.
“That’s right,” I suck in a sharp breath. “Now, I want you to f**k your mouth with your fingers. Pretend it’s my c**k that’s sliding down your tongue. Picture my c**k hitting the back of your throat. Yes… like that.”
Becks moans as she f***s her mouth with those deft fingers. When it becomes too much, she gags, yet she increases the intensity of her fingers.
“Good job.” I grab a fistful of her hair and tug hard enough to bruise. “Now, take my c**k and put it in your f*****g mouth.”
Becks obeys. She takes my hard c**k and strokes it a couple of times—not that it needs to be stroked— and then, she puts it in her mouth. We both moan deeply. Becks’ lips make loud slurpy sounds as she licks and sucks my d**k deeper into her mouth. She alternates between swirling her tongue around my tip and taking me all the way down to the back of her throat.
Damn.
This minx can suck d**k. Her mouth blows me like a f*****g hoover. When she adds her hands to the mix, I nearly burst.
Without warning, I tighten my grip on her hair. I take the reins and begin to thrust my hips forward. I f**k her mouth fast, sinking my c**k deep into her throat. She gags against my c**k, and grips my hips for support.
“f**k,” Beck pulls away from my c**k for a moment. She licks her lips from top to bottom. She’s panting like crazy.
“You feel so good with my d**k in your mouth.” I pull her back to sucking my c**k. This time, I hold her head in place, so she can’t get away from my thrusts. “Yes. Hold steady. Take it all. Yeah, just like that.”
I f**k her throat faster and she moans deeply. She opens her mouth wider, giving me better access. Her lips are making wet slurpy sounds. Her saliva’s wet and sticky on my c**k. We keep at it for a while. And then, I pull out.
Still gripping her hair, I pushed her towards her couch. The same couch that she’s m*********d on countless times. A slutty grail for dirty fantasies and orgasms. I press her against the cushion and spread her thighs. She’s wet and glistening. Ready to go.
I tug the hem of her robe over her crotch, hiding it from view. Before she can protest, I press the tip of my c**k against her covered crotch. I make sure to hit her p***y hole. The silk cloth creates the most delicious friction.
Becks moans and grinds her crotch harder against the tip of my d**k. In no time, the silk grows damp with our combined wetness. I continue to poke her hole with the tip of my c**k, feeling the material grow wetter still. She moaned even louder.
“Oh f**k. Right there,” Becks whimpers. She grips the edges of the silk cloth, holding it in place. “Yes. Poke me… just like that.”
I poke her a few more times before I hurl her onto all fours. The robe slips off her body, exposing her naked flesh for my viewing pleasure.
I line my c**k behind her ass. When I feel her tense up, I’m quick to reassure her.
“Relax. I’m not going to stick it right in. I just want to feel you up a little. You’ll like it. Trust me.”
At the mention of trust, Becks relaxes. “Thanks. When you’re ready to f**k me, I’ve got condoms.”
I don’t respond to that. Instead, I slide my c**k along the crack of her ass cheeks. I cup both cheeks and rub them around my wet d**k. Becks rewards me with a pleasure-filled gasp. She arches her back, granting me more access.
I hold her twin cheeks wide open and press the length of my c**k between them. Becks clenches her butt, sandwiching my c**k.
A moan tears from my throat. “Fuck.” I writhe against her. I reach beneath her and cup her breast. It’s full and juicy. I squeeze hard. I roll her n****e between my thumb and forefinger. She cries out in pleasure.
“That feels so f*****g good,” she covers my hand with hers, not wanting me to stop. I switch to her other breast and administer the same attention to it.
I move my fingers down the length of her spine, over her hipbone and to the juice box in between her thighs. Becks ready for the reaping. She’s thick and plump. Red and juicy.
I pry her p***y lips apart and begin to finger her from behind.
“Mmhmmm. Unghhh.” She grunts. “f**k… that feels so f*****g good. Yes. Deeper.” She moans the words against the cushion.
I finger her faster, drawing out her juices. Without easing up on her, I sink my tongue deep into her cunt from behind.
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