My boyfriend walked in and caught me masturbating on the bed. I was already so wet and turned on, fingers moving fast. Instead of saying anything, he just pulled my hand away, got on his knees, and put his mouth on me.
He licked me deep, sucked my clit, and slid two fingers inside while I was still throbbing. I came hard within seconds, legs shaking, gripping his hair. But he didn’t stop. He kept eating me through the orgasm until I was a complete mess.
Then he stood up, pulled out his dick and pushed inside me in one stroke. I was still coming and he fucked me rough — one hand around my throat, the other rubbing my clit. I came again, even harder. He flipped me over, took me from behind, spanking me while I buried my face in the pillow and came a third and fourth time.
We kept going in every position — missionary, me riding him, him holding my hips and pounding up into me. I lost count after six or seven orgasms. I was oversensitive, dripping, and still pushing back for more. He finally finished deep inside me while I was still twitching around him.
Afterwards I couldn’t even move. He kissed my shoulder and whispered, “Next time just ask me, baby.” I just nodded, still trying to catch my breath.
If you buy me lunch I’m buying you lunch , you get me some for my birthday I’m getting you some, you show up for me I’m there for u ! No I don’t count favors I just treat ppl how they treat me.