camp cherry | hs

twenty seven

hello to this picture of harry styles only

harry 😓🙏 if u can hear me 😣 can i pls suck ur dick 🙁🙁

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HANA

His eyes dilate quickly at my actions, whimpering as my tongue dusted over his cock, hard and leaking at the tip once again, "'said you wanted to fuck my mouth until I was choking and crying? Do it." Control of the situation is silently handed to him, and the glint in his eyes tells me he intends to take full advantage.

"Stand up," he instructs, lips diving down and sucking around my nipple harshly when I follow promptly.

My hands fly to the back of his head with a gratifying moan, "Harry." He trails his tongue across my chest, finding my other nipple and repeating his process, slowly lowering until he was on his knees, his wet tongue licking stripes on my stomach.

Biting into my leg, he creates a deep bruise on my inner thigh, one he spends a few second admiring before attaching his lips to my core, pressing his tongue flat against my clit and swirling the tip around it, gasping in enjoyment.

"Hands against the wall," he orders, and I follow his instructions quickly, pressing my palms flat on the wooden wall. Waiting impatiently for him to make his next move, it arrives in the form of a sharp smack to my ass, my body jolting forward and a cry falling from my swollen lips. He takes hold of my hips, dragging me backwards whilst whispering into my ear to keep my hands on the wall, which I do. He sinks to his knees behind me, hands groping and appreciating the flesh of my ass, his teeth biting lightly into the skin before he spreads my legs, blowing lightly on my core and smacking my skin again when I attempt to push my hips back onto his face, close to sobbing at how badly I wanted him to touch me, "don't move unless I say."

"Yes, I won't, please touch me," I plead, Harry exhaling sharply again, tongue darting out to lick the smallest stripe against me, the small bit of contact having my forehead resting into the crook of my shoulder and practically panting.

At my desperation, his fingers arch and deliver a swift slap against my clit, my thighs flinching at the sting of pain. It's much easier at this angle for him to plunge his tongue inside of me until I feel the tip of his nose against my skin, tongue curling to massage my front wall, easily finding the spot that has my hips pushing back against his face.

Harry, thankfully, doesn't prevent me this time and simply moans as he continues, removing his tongue for a breath before driving it back in again, fingers beginning to circle around my clit. I genuinely don't think I've ever felt this much pleasure. All too fast, the tension in my stomach snaps and he greedily laps up my arousal before pulling his lips to mine, letting me explore his mouth and collect the taste of myself.

"Knees," he gasps, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand and glaring down at me with a condescending smile quirked onto his lips, "Cherry, baby, you're such a cockslut, and you never even told me?"

Suppressing a smile at his objectifying comment, - until now, I've hardly ever found someone willing to choke me, never mind play up to my degradation kink - I bite my lip lightly, "for you." Keeping my voice airy and eyes staring innocently, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, feeling him push in gently only halfway and constantly assess my reaction, prepared to pause the moment it may become too much.