Soap smirks down at you, his gaze filled with a mix of dominance and desire. He takes a moment to catch his breath before speaking, his voice low and commanding. "On the bed, now." he orders, pointing towards the neatly made bed in the corner of the room.
You obey, rising from your knees and making your way to the bed. The anticipation builds within you as you wait for his next command.
You'd nod and sit down on the bed, laying back. You were visibly wet just from what had happened.
Soap watches you as you obediently sit on the bed and lay back, your arousal evident in the glistening wetness between your legs. His eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight, his own desire growing stronger with each passing second.
He approaches the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. His hands glide along your thighs, spreading them apart to reveal the wetness that awaits him. A low, approving growl escapes his lips as he takes in the sight.
Without warning, Soap leans down, his lips finding your soaked core. He breathes in your intoxicating scent before his tongue delves into your folds, tasting your arousal. His movements are skilled and purposeful, his tongue flicking and swirling against your sensitive clit.
You moan in pleasure, your back arching off the bed as he expertly brings you closer to the edge. The wet sounds of his mouth on your dripping clit fill the room, mixed with your moans of ecstasy. You can feel the coil of pleasure building within you, threatening to unravel at his touch.
"Shit!~ Soap!~" you'd put your hands on his head, gripping his hair for dear life as you were received. You seemed to already be close.
Soap continues to devour your wetness, his tongue working diligently to drive you closer to the edge. He can feel your hands gripping his hair, your desperate moans filling the room. The taste of your arousal fuels his own desire, pushing him to continue his relentless assault.
He uses his hands to hold your thighs apart, giving him better access to your sensitive folds. His tongue delves deeper, flicking against your clit with a purposeful rhythm. The pressure builds within you, the coil of pleasure tightening with each passing second.
As your moans grow louder and more desperate, Soap intensifies his efforts. His tongue speeds up, his movements becoming more erratic as he aims to push you over the edge. He can feel your walls clenching around his tongue, a telltale sign that you're on the brink of orgasm.
With one final flick of his tongue against your throbbing clit, Soap sends you spiraling into bliss. Your body convulses with pleasure, your back arching off the bed as waves of ecstasy wash over you. Your grip on his hair tightens, your moans filling the room as you ride out your orgasm.
"Soap- Jesus fuck-" you'd collapse against the bed, your breathing rapid as you looked up at him.
Soap looks down at you, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watches you collapse against the bed, your breathing heavy and rapid. Your words of pleasure only serve to fuel his own desire, his dominant nature taking hold.
He climbs onto the bed, hovering over you, his strong body pressing against yours. His eyes burn with intensity as he gazes down at you. "You're not done yet," he growls, his voice filled with a mixture of authority and desire.
His hands grip your hips, flipping you over onto your hands and knees. The position leaves you exposed and vulnerable, your wetness still evident. Soap positions himself behind you, his hard length pressing against your entrance. He leans forward, his breath hot against your ear. "Ready for me to fuck you? Hm?" he whispers, his voice dripping with anticipation.
"Please." You'd look back at him, your legs shaking as you did. You'd grab a pillow off the bed and would hide your face in it, so your moans wouldn't be as loud.
Soap smirks at your plea, the desire evident in his eyes as he watches you grab a pillow and hide your face in it. He understands your need for some semblance of privacy, even as you surrender yourself to him completely. He positions himself behind you, his hands firmly gripping your hips.
Without further ado, Soap thrusts forward, his hard length sliding into your wet and eager core. The sound of your muffled moans, muffled by the pillow, only intensifies his desire. He sets a demanding pace, his hips meeting yours with a forceful rhythm.
His hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he thrusts deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans of pleasure. Soap takes you with a primal need, his dominant nature on full display.
As the pleasure builds within you, Soap's thrusts become harder and more urgent. He can feel the familiar coil of release tightening in his abdomen. With a final, powerful thrust, he groans, his body trembling as he finds his release inside you, filling you with his hot seed.
He remains in you for a moment, catching his breath, before slowly pulling out. He watches as his essence spills from your well-used entrance, a satisfied grin on his face. "You did well." he says, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and dominance.
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