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JAY: Facesitting

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"Baby, please-" Jay argues, trying to pull you up, up, up. "Come on, just fuck my mouth."

You fight the movement despite wanting to do it. There's a lot of insecurities that comes with...like, you know, sitting your pussy directly on someone's mouth. Any amount of weight could break necks, any amount of pleasure could render you insatiable, suffocating him by bumping his pretty nose against your slick clit.

You shake your head, feeling desired but equally nervous about doing what he always begs for you to do.

"What if I go too hard?" You look away from him, knowing he's well aware of the way you lose yourself with him, moving your hips consistently just to fit more of his cock in you, just to feel more, more, more.

"Yeah, baby," He chuckles, tilting his head. "That's the fucking point."

You pause, looking at him curiously. Oh, so he wants to suffocate?

His tilted head and drunken smile offers little to over-think about. You scoot up just an inch, and he scoots you further with that painful grip on your hips. Rolling his tongue out of his mouth and looking up at you.

Well, Might as well right? With such a handsome man under you, hair askew, tongue out and ready. You should definitely use him. Right?

You do. You plant yourself right on his tongue, and your fingers go straight to his hair. Your knees on either side of his head, and his eyes falling closed at the first taste of the pussy he's wanted to ride his tongue for weeks.

He groans into it, fingers moving from your hips to your ass, groping and spreading your cheeks, pushing you to grind.

You follow what his hands make you do, keeping your head lolled forward to get a good look at him down there. Consistent hums against you, tongue working your slit open, nose bumping your clit.

It doesn't take nearly as long as you through it would to lose the insecurity, because soon enough, you're grinding forward and back on him just to feel that bump of his nose on your swollen clit, forcing his tongue to slide in and out of you all the while.

His pleased hums and groping hands onto push you further, and further up until his forcing your hips to still, forcing you to sit harder against his mouth.

You can feel what he's doing with his tongue, rubbing his face in tight back-and forth motions with a throaty growl, eyes squeezed shut, and then, a pathetic moan.

You barely noticed the way one of his hands left your body after making you sit, and only now do you feel the short and quick jerking motions from his shoulder under you. You lean a bit, opening your cunt on his mouth as you look behind yourself.

Ah, fuck.

"You're-" You catch your breath, now leaning back entirely with your weight held on one arm, bouncing yourself against his tongue. "Jerking off?"

He nods his head, craning his neck only slightly to get at you deeper. Of course he's fucking jerking off. You're sitting on his tongue so well, how could he not?

You groan back at his confirmation, still sliding yourself against his reaching tongue, starting to play with him a bit now as you pull yourself just out of reach only to stuff his tongue back in yourself. He seems to like it, if his moaning and his quickening hand are anything to go by.

And you do this for a while with him, up until you're leaning forward like before and enveloping the entire lower half of his face again. There, you grind, and chase an orgasm.

You hear him release before you feel it, his cum shooting out of him so far that you feel it drip down your ass, and, well, you ride his tongue harder, harder, harder, until- oh, that's sensitive.

You try to pull back and away from him, and he takes this action and runs with it. Very quickly pushing you down further until he can lift up with his darkened eyes, sliding you down the mess of his cum all over his stomach and tipping you over on the bed, right on your back.

There, he braces both hands on your thighs and spreads them until it's near painful and he holds you down, dipping down again and licking up the mess of slick dripping out of you before assaulting your click with the quickest licks and hardest sucks. He can feel your hands tugging at his hair, and he knows you're close.

"There you go," He croaks out with a deep breath, pulling back just for a moment so he can plunge three fingers into you. "Give it to me." He continues, urging your orgasm out of you with shaky words and quick-penetrating fingers.

And you do give it to him. Releasing the instant his lips hit your clit again, creating even more of a mess to clean up.