The tightness was amazing. Already slick, she hugged his fingers as if trying to stop their movement, keep them inside of her to never remove them. He was pushing against her inner gspot when he bottomed out inside of her. The hilt of his fingers keeping her outer folds spread to give better access to that clit as he worked it. Suction, tongue, perhaps a gentle graze of his teeth to make her feel something unrelenting. Already she was working towards her first climax.<br/><br/><br/>The view from his position quite pleasing. The heavy mounts of those breasts jutting up with every breath. The nipples as peaks. She was quite the sight to behold. Such a hot creature. His eyes meeting hers above them as she fluttered her lashes at him. That got her some extra effort on that clit. He could just imagine that look when he'd pump was after war of potent cum into her. That thought made that cock jerk within the confines of his boxers. It got her a moan too. The grip of her hands in his hair was relished. He'd use her hair in the same way. To steer. To guide.<br/><br/><br/>He had no intention of stopping. Just for that single comment. Then she drew him back in. The tonguing gentle. The pushes into that wet cunt a little more urgent. Still languid and slow though. But that changed too, as she told him again not to stop, as she told him she was close. That remark was like the starting bell of a race. Already she was tightening further like a Chinese shrink wrap. Her legs around him drawing him in, keeping him close to her.<br/><br/><br/>He moaned into her clit right after her comment. And his fingers started to speed up. Clearly in a wish to make her explode. Those fingers settled into a harsher, quicker rhythm within five trusts of speeding up. Only to draw back fully as his mouth retreated too. Another volley of his spit hitting her clit, then that dark vibrato. "Are you going to cum for me like a good little slut". He slapped his hand onto her cunt, once, twice, -whack, whack- quickly. Then that filthy mouth of his slurped up his own saliva and the fingers pushed back in forcefully. They started jamming in and out again quickly as he feasted on her clit.<br/><br/><br/>She was going to be a quick cummer. That was so damn good. He'd adore her if she'd orgasm all over that cock every few thrusts. But for that, he would prep her. His fingers hitting that button inside with each glorious thrust. His left hand came up. Another whack, against the side of her right breast. Then taking a hold of its fullness. Squeezing the abundance of flesh, taking that nipple between index finger and thumb. Tugging it lightly, rolling it gently. A counterpoint to his harsher fingers and that demanding mouth.