“Please fuck my ass sir.”
His growl was one of triumph as he bent his head and fed me his tongue. There was still a slight tinge of the taste of my pussy in his mouth. I loved it. I ate at his tongue like I wanted to consume it, which I did. I wanted to take all of him into myself.
That unmerciful pounding commenced again and my body sang beneath his. Then he stopped, our mouths still fused together in a slow sensuous kiss his finger now buried to the hilt in my ass; and he fucked me slower.
The moan started in the pit of my stomach, somewhere beneath my navel and worked its way up my chest to be captured in his mouth. I was going insane with the torture pleasure of having him slide his whole length inside me so deep, at such an easy pace.
I wasn’t sure which I liked best, the hard pounding or the slow ride, I couldn’t decide, but I had no time to think of it as he started back up again, speeding up his pace, alternating between fucking me deep and riding me soft and slow.