A little naughty Coed XXX fun is what I had in store for James. First, I pin his wrists above his head with one hand. While straddling his hips so my soaked pussy hovers just above his aching cock, I taunt him. “Is this what you want?” Then I grind down slowly, letting my slick lips kiss the swollen head without giving him the penetration he’s dying for.
His hips jerk upward, chasing me, but I press my weight harder, forcing him flat against the mattress.
“Look at you,” I murmur, voice dripping mockery. “Already dripping pre-cum like a needy little boy.” I rake my nails lightly down his chest, watching the red trails bloom, and his gasps excite me.
Then I lean in close, lips grazing his ear. “You don’t cum until I decide—and I love changing my mind at the last second.”
Finally, I sink down in one smooth, ruthless drop, swallowing every thick inch until my clit kisses his base. Immediately, his groan rumbles through me. Allowing me to set a cruel rhythm—fast and punishing. Then a slow ride to a torturous crawl right as his balls draw up tight. Each time his plea’s turn frantic and his cock throbs harder inside me, I lift off completely. Ultimately, leaving him jerking in the empty air.
“Beg me,” I Command As I Serve up Some Coed XXX Fun
These words tumble out—filthy, broken, perfect. While he whimpers, I circle my clit with two fingers. Ultimately, I chase my own high right above his desperate face.
When my orgasm hits, I slam back down, riding the waves. In fact, clenching so tight around him that he can barely breathe.
The instant his body locks for release, I rise off him again. Now his cock spasms uselessly, spurting weak, ruined ropes across his stomach in humiliating little pulses.
No bliss, just frustrated dribbles and the sting of denial. “Poor baby,” I coo, smearing his wasted cum across his abs with my palm.
“Ruined again.” I slide two fingers into my still-pulsing cunt, then push them between his lips. “Taste how drenched you made me while you got absolutely nothing.” Now he sucks greedily, eyes glassy and wrecked. Then, I lean down, claim his mouth in one deep, possessive kiss. Followed by a whisper against his lips.
“Next time I’ll edge you for hours. And maybe… maybe I’ll let you finish.” I laugh low, already planning the next exquisite torture. “Or maybe I won’t.” And I climb off, leaving him panting, spent, and throbbing beneath me. Another perfect ruin. Another man exactly where I want him—broken, aching, and begging for more.
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