Hi, My Name Is Hollie Chapter 1

"Happy to help, Sis." She said, and started a slow, easy rhythm of pushing on my butt, urging more and more of my pulsing pole into my mouth. I couldn't help but groan around myself, sucking and gulping at the mix of saliva and precum that kept filling and re-filling my hungry mouth. Emillie giggled, using both hands to help guide my motions, and more than once I felt a fingertip tease between my upturned cheeks, brushing almost casually over my pussylips. That only made my lust boil even hotter, and I imagined how fucking good it would feel to have something inside me while I was doing such a naughty, perverted thing to myself. I'd probably cum my brains out, and be left a drooling, limp mess for an hour or longer.

"Holl, you're so hot...I can smell your puss. It smells so yummy..." she said, and leaned down closer, the suggestion in her big, dark eyes. "I wanna help you feel really good. Can I?" she asked simply, batting her thick lashes at me. She squealed happily when I gave her a thumbs-up, unable to manage a nod that she'd recognize.

She kept pushing, thrusting my girlcock deep into my mouth and making the tip nearly tap at the back of my throat, and then I felt like someone had touched me with a live wire. Two of her slim fingers slid easily into my wet little pussy, and twisted around inside of me. I rolled my eyes as my muscles started to tighten and flex, and I know she could feel the tremors. When I felt her warm, slippery tongue on my clit, I simply lost it. I started to cum, pumping my own mouth full of my hot, thick goop, and fighting to swallow all that I could. But the pleasures I was feeling were stacked too high against me, and I had to release my member to drag in a big, deep breath and let out a long cry of bliss. My girlcock, free in the open air, sprayed thick jets of cum over my face, the skin of my throat, and even into the tangles of my hair. Em gasped when she saw the size of my load, her mouth falling open.