Five Years Gone

"Open up, baby. You got me good and hard and I need to get some of that mouth until I'm ready to fuck that brown little ass." As soon as I parted my lips, she jammed her cock in until it hit the back of my throat, then held it still. I tilted my head back enough to get some breathing room, then reached back up to squeeze her ass. She shoved my arms back down, whispering "No hands, bitch, just use that mouth." That wasn't a problem for me. I slowly pulled back a bit more, using my tongue all over her shaft, then slid forward and back, getting it wetter and swallowing a bit more every time. I had my eyes closed while I concentrated, but every now and then I looked up to see her smiling at the sight of me getting harder while I enjoyed her sliding over my lips and tongue. By now I had tuned out everything but her scent, the sounds of my slurping and her demands for me to get her deeper down my throat:

"Yeah, swallow that dick...keep going...yeah, get it all the way down. Mmmm those lips make Mami feel so good, baby. I should fuck that throat and make you eat all that juice you're going to get out. Look at you eating my dick just like a slut. Now slow down...mmmm...just like that. Yeah, go slow, baby. Oooo Mami's going to tear that little ass up soon. I know that's what you really want to get. Sucking that transy dick ain't enough for you, you need me to take that pussy too." That little monologue--broken up by a few moans and pants every few seconds--soon had its effect. Maribel saw this and waved me onto the bed, turning me sideways so I could continue to blow her as she began playing with my ass. Just as I reached back with one hand to spread my ass open, Maribel pulled out and slapped my hand away. "Move that hand, bitch," she snapped. "No fingers, I'm going to open up that cute brown ass my way."

She pushed me down on my stomach and yanked my hips to hang past the edge of the bed. After she got herself completely naked too, I was expecting her tongue, but then I felt her fingering my ass with a pair of spit-covered fingers while I backed my hips up a little more.