| ONIKA MARAJ|
April, 10th
Beverly Hills, California
*same night*"OUUU FUCK!" I pushed my hips against Beyoncé's face as she had me on top of her face. "Please don't stop, baby Oh my God." I whispered as I held a tight grip onto her head.
We had been going at it for the past hour and haven't taken a break since.
I felt my vision get blurry once again. "Fuck i'm right there please don't stop."
She hummed against my pussy and sent strong vibrations in me forcing me to buck against her face multiple times.
The way she was gripping and slapping on everything on my body made my hunger for her even stronger. The sex we were having was dangerous.
I didn't want to stop.
Feeling that familiar feeling at the pit of my stomach, I fixed my posture and held onto the plush bed board.
Stinging tears came down upon my face as I let my mouth hang open from the pressure being out onto me. "Oh, my god."
"Why you tryna' hold back?" Her southern accent ticked something in me. I swear this just made me cum even faster all because of her voice.
She attached her mouth back onto me and I could feel her spelling her middle name against my clit.
I knew my orgasm was close. This was about to be the fifth one I've had in an hour and probably the strongest one yet.
I felt myself freeze up as I let everything out on her face.
I panted heavily as I tried to come down from my high but she then attached her lips to my clit and started sucking.
I felt her moan against me. "Beyoncé." I slowly whispered her name and couldn't even finish saying what I needed to say.
The hot tears continued flooding my entire face running all the down to my chest. "Let it out, mama." Her deep voice filled me up from below. I swear that was what set me off.
I started squirting all in her mouth with my mouth dangling from my face and my eyes rolled up at the back of my head. She just don't know.
"There you go." She continued talking me through my orgasm and held onto my waist knowing how fragile I was now.
She didn't even give me time to get down from my high.