The Boyfriend (The Camgirl Part 3)

The Boyfriend Part LXXXI: Dirty Talk

Liam

Liam tried his best to stop laughing as Blake sat over his face, bare, soft lips glistening inches from his face even in the shadow her hoodie cast over him. Her brazenness made him laugh even harder, though. He knew Blake wouldn't care, though, so he wrapped his arms around her thighs as he continued to laugh, grabbing her ass and pulling her lower lips down to his face.

A few laughs still slipped out as he tasted Blake's arousal, and even after he reined that in, Liam still couldn't stop smiling.

Blake giggled from above him at first, but her giggles soon turned into moans, and at some point, her hands came to rest on his chest. Her nails dug into his clothes whenever he did something that he knew felt particularly good for her.

That was all Liam really paid attention to. Even though he appreciated that Blake usually took care of the raging hardon that arose every time he ate her out, Liam hadn't been lying when he'd told Blake he would be perfectly fine just eating her out and nothing else if that was what she wanted.

It didn't hurt that Blake tasted particularly good today.

She usually tasted good, but there were days like today where Liam just couldn't get enough. Days where the need to breathe became annoying, because he just wanted to dive in and never come up.

By the time things grew lighter--which Liam belatedly realized meant that Blake had taken off her hoodie--Blake's arousal coated the lower half of Liam's face.

And she was close.

Her thighs were tense under his arms, her ass flexing as he held onto it, and her moans and gasps and all the other incredible noises Blake made with him were rising impossibly high in pitch.

Liam had been taking long, broad licks all the way up Blake's folds, starting each one with the tip of his tongue against her clit, so he made sure not to vary any part of that.

Just like in music, Liam had to fight his instinct to try something new and different, but he knew from his own experience that once he was close, he didn't want Blake to change anything up, and it was the same in reverse.

It didn't take long for Blake to scream above him. Her thighs squeezed his head and her nails dug through his shirt into his chest as she shook atop him, riding out the waves of pleasure.

When her thighs relaxed just enough for Liam to hear, however, he realized she wasn't in one of the unintelligible orgasms yet.

"Fuck, Liam. Keep going. Keep spreading my lips with your tongue. Keep tasting me. Taste how wet I am for you, how much I need your tongue between my legs. Feel how fucking hard my clit is. More. I need fucking more!"

For a while, Liam did exactly as his girlfriend said as she rode out her orgasm.

Then, when he happened to glance up between Blake's legs, he had another idea.

Gripping Blake's ass tight and spreading her round, firm cheeks, Liam gave her soaked lower lips a long, firm lick, and kept going until his tongue reached the puckered pink starfish just above that, and pressed his tongue firmly against it.

The taste was different, less sweet and more musky, but it was Blake, so Liam loved it all the same.

"Oh, fuck," Blake gasped, voice low and ragged with arousal.

Liam grinned, pulling back to catch his breath for a moment. Hearing Blake earlier had given him an idea, and he just went with it.

"Do you want me to keep eating your pussy, Blake? Or do you need my tongue spreading your ass, fucking your tight hole with it."