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Get me to that multiple orgasm plateau

My legs spread in a frog-like fashion. His hands hook underneath my hips to part them even further. His finger plunges into my wet, overflowing pussy. The squelching noises fill the room with my panting. I don’t know if he’ll ever stop. I try to escape his hold only to be held firmer down. I gasp helplessly as an orgasm builds within the core of my belly.

He fucks me at a faster pace. I know he’s attuned to my orgasms like no one else. The way my pussy feels like a gigantic, wet button that’s looking to explode. He hits my G-spot at that perfect angle that renders me a sweaty, pathetic mess. My golden sheets are drenched in our combined juices. The crescendo builds like electricity within my body.

I scream as my legs clamp down on his head. The orgasm cuts through my being like a bolt of lightning. He says in a deep, demanding voice to give me everything. I back away from the ferocity of it. I know he’ll keep forcing me to orgasm until I cry out Uncle. Which I refuse to give him the pleasure of my giving in.

“Where you going there?”

I growl at him. He bites the inside of my thigh with this infuriating smile. His head ducks down in between my legs. The view of the top of his head as he devotedly eats me out is a thing of beauty. There are times I wish I could record him. The way he laps at my clit like it’s giving him the essential nutrients for living.

I’m squirming underneath my compromising position. I want to taste his dick. I think of how he’s devouring the combined juices of our orgasms. I grab the back of his head and drag my nails against his smooth head. I desperately want his hair to pull it wherever I want.

“Why do you take such pleasure in this?” I ask him.

“Look at you, rendered useless underneath me. I can make you cum as many times as I want. And I want to be bathed in it.”

His tongue slides lazy circles over my clit. He tilts me so that I’m slid further on my back. My legs go into the air and I’m spread like a platter for him to eat. His tongue dived deeply into my pussy. I can feel how he makes it hard to fuck me like his index finger did. I know he’s looking to make me cum again by his tongue penetrating me.

I tell myself to give into him. To let him use my body as he pleases. To give into each and every orgasm he forces out of me. I start to gyrate my hips against his face. He dives him hard tongue further inside me. My pants and sighs hit that rhythmic crescendo of another orgasm. I grip my sheets with my nails and hold onto the cotton. We’re both slick with our combined sweat.

I can still smell his dick from when I greeted him on my knees earlier. My eyes open and I stare down at his form. He’s giving me more pleasure than what I ever think that I can handle. I keep riding him as my fingers go numb. I feel them tingling as I gush liquid on his open mouth. He laps up every bit of my cum as I squirt on his face.

I feel him slow with his movements. My hands stroke his head and back gently. I shudder from the aftershocks of my orgasmic ripples. His head rests on my stomach. He kisses the sweaty skin above my belly button. I don’t need to open my eyes to see the shit eating grin on his face.