With your vision cloudy and body unstable, you could vividly see the haunting images of deception flashing throughout your mind.
Pressed against the rim of the toilet you could taste the vomit staining the inside of your mouth as the bitter taste r...
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"Shit, T'Challa!" You exclaimed, as you felt your lower lips pulsate. T'Challa still munching on your clit and creaming opening ignored your protest.
After teasing the King about making his toes curl he got the upper hand as he pounced on you devouring your pussy. Feeling your body become weak in great agony from prior orgasms T'Challa continued to lap at your clit like a thirsty dog in the smoldering southern heat. His thumbs parted your waxed lips like the Moses did the Red Sea as he flicked his tongue against your rouge pink clitoris.
"Slow down, usana!" You cried, feeling tears surface making your vision blurry causing the brown figure between your legs to become pixelated.
Closing your eyes you felt the wetness trail against your skin as another weep escaped your lips.
You were certain you looked like a hot mess with your curls flat from constantly tossing your head against his pillows to your gold highlight smeared across his pillowcase and the fallen tears.
The tremble of your thighs was the least of your worries as you felt your subconscious carry you to another level of ecstasy. This would be the second time T'Challa would have committed murder on your pussy, and it wouldn't be the last. Practically shoving your clit into his face you held a tight grip on his coils giving you a hint of security on his intrusive tongue.
Feeling the waves of pleasure crashing against your body the tingle in your feet become present from the increased pressure of the intense squeezing. The rise of your back concaved as T'Challa's muscle worked it's way into your opening, "—Fuck!" You exclaimed, thrashing your head against the colored fabric.
The nerves in your spine transferred electricity throughout your body from the peak of your nipples, the bud of your clitoris, and the tips of your toe nails.
The King of Wakanda worked your body like he had enrolled in classes about the female anatomy. It was like he knew the exact places to touch with the right amount of pressure. Attempting to keep up with him as long as you could be a challenge and as much as you didn't want to admit it he was right.
He had a type of control that you wouldn't even get the opportunity to cross paths with.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt the rugged skin of T'Challa's hands caress the top of your thighs as he pulled you closer to exploring your oozing opening in great depth.
Sensing the contraction of your vaginal walls the pleasure waves engulfed your body. Submerged in the ripples of bliss you released your sweet nectar directly into T'Challa's mouth, "—Not again!" You whimpered, as you involuntary rolled your hips.
Not attempting to decrease his pace during your twitching the King continued to noisily eat you out.
Your cries of Xhosa were clashing with the drenching sounds of your gushing hole. His tongue still working against your plush opening you felt your abdominal muscles tightening and your shortness of breath increasing before the throbbing resurfaced.
