Oral Pleasure on the Patio

It's so nice that it's not cold anymore. I'm sitting in a sundress on the patio, the midnight breeze a cool caress on my skin. I take another sip of sparkling wine while looking at my phone; I'm so focused on the screen that I don't notice the sound of footsteps behind me, until I feel a surprise squeeze on my ribs. I let out a small yelp, half fright, half tickle. How is it that you always catch me off guard? And you always do. I know you love every little noise I make, from my surprised squeals to my desperate moans.

I laugh after your sneaky surprise. You love doing that to me, and the truth is, I like it too. I like any excuse you use to put your hands on my body.

Your hands return to my waist and I can't help but tense up, anticipating another tickly squeeze, but this squeeze is different. I relax and tilt my head to the side. One of your hands moves my hair away, your lips kissing my neck as your other moves up to my waist and you squeeze my breast.

"Mmmmmmm."

Both hands are now on my breasts, cupping and squeezing them. I gasp when you pinch my nipples through my dress. It's a good thing I'd already taken off my bra, but you still want less fabric in between. I throw my head back and arch my back when you lower the neckline, my large, soft tits exposed to the night air, exposed to the arousing caresses of your hands on my skin.

It's so delicious how you pinch my nipples. I feel your erection pressed between my shoulders. I'm so hungry for you!

I turn in my chair and pull you to my side, pulling at the belt loops of your pants. I stroke your cock through the fabric and feel you twitch. I tilt my head and look up, seeing your eyes, a hungry reflection of my own. I unbutton and unzip your zipper, my fingers now tugging down your clothes to expose you. Your freed hard cock points directly toward my face. I grip your shaft with my fingers, press your mushroom head against my mouth, your precum like lipgloss on my lips before licking and tasting the beginning of your desire. I trace your frenulum with my tongue before wrapping my mouth around the head of your cock and sucking it. Your hands return to my breasts as I take more and more of your manhood into my mouth. It turns me on so much to suck you off, to feel your cock fill my mouth. My body reacts to yours, my clit throbbing every time you penetrate my mouth a little more.

Desire increases and wild hunger intensifies, our rhythm becoming more and more urgent. I love feeling your hand in my hair. You grip it tightly and bury yourself deep in my throat. I'm gasping for air, but with my mouth full of you, I don't care about breathing, just drowning in you. When you withdraw from the dark cavern of my mouth, the pool of saliva that's accumulated spills from the corners of my lips, and still a thread connects my tongue and your hard cock. I open my mouth even wider. Don't leave me wanting like this, fuck my face with all your might.

You shove your hard cock back into my mouth. I'm moaning desperately as you thrust in and out of my lips again and again, holding me tightly by my hair. Saliva drips down onto my bare tits, my eyes water, ecstasy consumes me at this point. I love when you take me like this. I want to drain you completely, I want you to fill my mouth with your cum. I suck you ravenously, and when I think you're close, you pull out again.

"No!" "Dámelo!" I whimper, but you don't want to finish yet.

"I want to feel how wet you are," you say as you make me stand up from the chair and sit me on the edge of the table.

You easily take off my dress and thong, standing between my legs. I part them even further, I can't resist. Your mouth is on mine in a deep kiss of tangled tongues, your hand moves up my thigh until it reaches the triangle of my sex. Your middle finger finds my slit, slides up and down until it separates my folds, and once done, you feel the hot well you've made pool between my legs.

You push your finger inside of me, sliding effortlessly into my hot, tight channel. You penetrate me knuckles deep, and then pull it almost all the way out, only to bury it again.

"I love how wet you get just from sucking my cock into your mouth," you say against my lips as you insert your finger. "You're not the only one who likes to eat."

Your face moves from in front of mine to between my legs. As soon as your tongue connects with my clit, I feel a shudder like a lightning bolt of pure pleasure shoot through my body. Your tongue replaces your finger, and you suck and lick me like a man dying of thirst.

I lean back, resting my hands on the table, your face between my legs as your mouth draws increasingly needy moans from my lips, and my hips can't help but buck. I need to grind my pussy against your face, devour me whole, eat me just like this, all of me.

I end up lying on the patio table, your hands holding me behind my knees, spreading me completely for you. I'm yours, do whatever you want with me!

You suck on my lips, penetrate my opening with your tongue, but as soon as you move on to licking my clit and finger fuck my pussy, the peak of pleasure is inescapable. I grab my tits, pinching my nipples as your mouth brings me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy until I succumb to the orgasm your mouth tears from my core. My body contracts and you grip me tighter, impossible to escape the relentless assault of your tongue. The orgasm rips through me and you don't stop, my juices glistening on your face, my taste invading your tongue, your appetite to torture me with pleasure, your mischievous bliss, until I'm trembling on the table.

Finally, you have mercy on me, straighten up, and walk around the table. With my feet, I push myself a little further until now it's my head that's on the edge. Your fingers caress my bare skin until they reach my mouth, and I suck on your fingers, glistening with my juices, until you replace them with something more delicious.

You're harder than ever, you run your hard cock over my face until I can lick and suck your balls. I love making you moan like that. Now my main course, mouth open and hungry for you, head hanging over the edge of the table, you push through my lips and bury yourself in my mouth. Your hands grab my tits, squeezing them hard as you fuck my face. You thrust into me again and again with your hard cock, each breath a delicious struggle. I want to drown in your flesh, I want to devour you completely, make me yours again and again. All I want is you, thrusting me a thousand times in a thousand ways. You bury yourself hard and deep, stretching my lips with your thickness, penetrating me all the way down my throat until I feel you harden a little more, your cock swell a little more. Now you stop shoving it all the way down my throat, and I suck on your head; hard, short, quick strokes until your orgasm floods my mouth. You release between my lips, and I feel rope after rope of your cum fill my mouth with the thick, hot taste of your pleasure.

When you finish emptying yourself, I let my tongue swirl around your sensitive head, letting you feel that pool of cum still in my mouth before I swallow it all with perverse hunger.