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She got up on her knees and crawled on them until she was over Oswald’s belly, where he could reach out and peel off her top once she’d undone the catch for him. Her unbound breasts quivered seductively. Then she laid against his chest, letting his big hands steady her as she worked her panties off her long legs and kicked them away.

Oswald filled his hands with her warm, sweat-damp breasts. Selina grabbed his wrists, holding onto them as she climbed on top of his body, grinding herself down onto the cock that had stuffed her throat. It felt even more thrillingly full and powerful against her wet cunt.

Her mouth covered Oswald’s. She sucked on his tongue the way she’d sucked his prick. His erection throbbed between her legs, as excited for her cunt as it had been for her mouth.

“It’s nice to know you want to kiss me so bad you don’t even mind that I just sucked you off,” she whispered.

“After all that mouth’s done for me, how could I not want to kiss it?” And he kissed her again, spearing his tongue into her mouth.

His hands went down to engulf her luscious buttocks as best they could. She wiggled lasciviously on top of him, spreading her legs to accept him against her body. The swollen length of his member pushed against her groin, its throbbing stimulating the folds of her cunt, which were already dripping.

“My dear, you fill me with such desire that it’s astonishing I ever let myself be parted from you,” Oswald said. “You’re positively addictive. I want you so badly I can taste it… and I do believe I will taste it, you little crumpet of mine!”

He pulled firmly on her ass and Selina squealed gleefully as she gave in. She brushed her engorged, sensitive cunt against his chest while it came to his waiting face. He spread her open with his thumbs, thrust his mouth to her core, and licked his way into the coral-pink folds of Selina’s aroused sex.

Selina rode high and eager on his face, squirming and squealing as his licks titillated her clit and made it soar. He sucked on the twitching bud, lowered his teeth gently into its swelling, and white-hot frenzy swam through Selina’s body. His thumbs rubbed at her labia now; one of them slid inside of her. He entered her slickness with it as his lips and teeth manipulated her clit. Selina cried out in growing abandon.

“Oh, you horny bastard! You’ve got to make me want it as bad as you do, don’t you? Fuck me! Eat me! Just make me cooooome!”

Oswald stroked his thumb in and out of her, somewhat like he would fuck his prick into her, but taking advantage of the added dexterity of his thumb to make up for its lack of size. He couldn’t reach her depths with it, but he could scoringly touch so much of her swollen entrance, and he did as his mouth did its work, sucking and biting and kissing her clit.

Selina came twice over, drenching Oswald’s face with her cream, and he kept on devouring her. It seemed he wouldn’t be content until his face was utterly covered in her juices, if then, while Selina somehow seemed more and more satiated by the most.

“I almost feel a fool to ever use my phallus upon you, my tart little tart,” Oswald groaned, his tongue sliding up and down her slit as he spoke. “The taste! Michelin chefs couldn’t prepare a finer meal than what’s between your legs!”

“You don’t taste so bad yourself!” Selina gasped back at him.

Oswald took his thumb from her and sucked it clean. “Then I trust you won’t mind if I add a little of my flavor to the feast of you?”

“You can truss me up and shove me in an oven if you want!” Selina cried. “Just let me have that cock!”

“Oh, we’ve gotten plenty of sun,” Oswald commented dryly. “I feel you’ve roasted enough. Now it’s time for that finely tanned flesh to be enjoyed!”

Selina couldn’t remember ever being so excited to be fucked. Her childhood on the streets had robbed her of a virgin’s nervy anticipation of the act; for so long, it’d only ever been a business transaction. Oswald had instilled in her again her sexual curiosity. Now, as she slid back down his body, she wondered how good it would be this time.

“I’m enjoying you, bird-boy,” she said, raising herself above his stiff prick. She rubbed her dripping slit along his cockhead. “Feels nice. Feels horny. Let’s see what it does inside me.”

With an adroit motion of her hips, she eased herself down, taking his knob into her hungry sex. A gasped exhale marked its entry; Oswald grunted himself as her inner pressure made itself known where he was most sensitive. Panting for breath now, Selina slid downward, gorging her pussy with his shaft even more ferociously than she’d devoured him with her mouth.

Oswald’s body stiffened, huffing up with sharply drawn breath as Selina demanded all of him. She strained lower and lower, writhing all the way down to the base of his member.

Oswald could take no more. He reached out to her, putting a hand on her pert breasts, another on the plump ass that filled out her leathers so fully. And as he fondled her, she bore down on him, taking him straight into her cunt.

Oswald pumped to meet her, pushing hard and piercingly into her empty sex until he’d filled it with all he had. It was hard to believe he’d already felt the blistering heat of all the orgasms she’d brought him to that day. He was as eager as a sex-starved prisoner on parole, Selina just as happy to receive him.

His manhood claimed its way deep into her belly, touching all of her sex with the frenetic, mutual need they felt. Selina was gagging for the fuck and when Oswald impaled her, she knew he wanted it just as bad.

Selina swamped his prick with her aroused juices, riding down to swallow all of him she could take—to prove over and over again that she could withstand all of his cock. She rocked with their shared thrusting, clutching at her own breasts and the hand Oswald already had groping them. Groaning and giggling and gulping down the length of his manhood.

“Aaahh!” Oswald gasped under her.

It took a lot to overcome his sense of propriety and get a verbal response out of Ozzie, but Selina was way ahead of him there. She felt his mounting excitement purring throughout his length like a revving engine.

It was the same as the fiery arousal inside her wetness, she knew, matching his as her cunt thrillingly almost didn’t fit his too-big cock. She met him stroke for stroke, almost overwhelming herself with all she took. Grinding her womanhood down into his lap. Eating all of him but his balls.

Selina came again, bouncing up and down like an oil derrick pumping and pumping away for the precious treasure underneath.

Then Selina leaned forward, prying his hand away from her chest to rest her tits against his pecs. Only to throw her head back and roll her spine, curling herself upward, taking her breasts in hand to push them to his lips for the same biting and suckling and kissing that her clit had gotten.

Oswald was quick to oblige her. Selina didn’t need to offer anymore; Oswald was in the mood to take. She moaned, throwing her arms around his neck, pulling him even nearer to the sweaty bosom he was enjoying so much.

“I wanna get sucked as I’m fucked, Ozzie,” she cooed, lethargic already, sated by the orgasms that had already fried her senses. Now she kept going out of some warped sense of duty to the hardness of his erection. She had to deliver it from its stiffness. After that, she could rest…

The same way she’d stop eating a batch of cookies after just one more bite.

His prick swelled inside of her. It felt so big to Selina that she didn’t know how it had ever gotten inside her in the first place. But Oswald kept up his hammering demands and so Selina kept giving him what she wanted.

The fuck wasn’t as fast or as hard as it had been at the start. They were grinding slowly now, but that didn’t make the feel of it any less intense. There was so much of Oswald’s cock inside of Selina now that every move he or she made was fraught, rippling with energy, blazing sensations through their tender bodies.

Selina chirped, moaned, whimpered, feeling yet another orgasm that she knew would replace her feverish need with blessed oblivion. She ground her glutinous sex into the base of Oswald’s cock, heaping pressure on her clit even though it already felt like it was going to burst.

“Ozzie, you sweet bastard,” she cooed shrilly, her voice cut too harshly with pleasure for it to be gentle. “You’re making me come, making me—“

“I’m making myself come, my little turtledove,” Oswald replied, shockingly managing a veneer of genteelness despite the circumstances. “You’re just along for a ride.”

His sudden thrust nearly threw Selina from the bed. He pushed to the very deepest part of her cunt, held himself there for a small eternity, and then let Selina feel him erupt. His cum thundered into her, though he kept bouncing her on his prick until it was empty. Then, with the stilling of his hips, Selina collapsed on him.

Her body was soaked with sweat; perhaps why Oswald’s hands sampled as much as they could touch of her contoured body. They moved up and down her until they stopped at her quivering buttocks, laid to rest on pillows of sheer softness.

Selina felt his boiling sweat under her throbbing nipples. She sighed, making her tits move against his flushed skin, getting herself off with a last little spike of stimulation into her rigid nipples. That and Oswald’s seed running from her pussy. His softening prick had just released its hold on her sticky slit.

Selina moaned, squeezing her inner muscles, but it was too late to keep him inside her. His cock shrank out of her and after it came some of the spunk he’d filled her with.

“I feel the need for an encore,” Oswald chirped, “but not for a repeat performance. How would you like something new?”

Selina smiled wickedly where he couldn’t see. “I’ll like anything you give me, Ozzie.”

Oswald got cocky when she overfed him, like he could fuck all night, which he might well be capable of if Selina could possibly keep up. But she had a surprise. The next position was sure to get to him; he’d come first and though that was hardly a woman’s usual priority, with Oswald it somehow had an air of the exotic.

At the very least, the notion of it gave Selina something to shoot for—some catlike way to rebel against how perfectly content she was, without of course doing anything to really slight or offend her lovely bird-boy.

She took Oswald by the hand and led him over to the big dressing table mirror which he made use of as much as her, both of them preening over their appearances to be absolutely perfect for each other.

Now, though, she spread her legs before her. Oswald had already regained his hardness—the promise of some kinky fun Selina had planned for him was of course enough to restore him. He instantly saw what Selina wanted and, standing behind her, he fed himself into her seething pussy.

Holding her in an embrace from behind, his circling hands cupping and squeezing her luscious breasts. In the reflection they both saw how his thrusting body pumped his blue-veined dick in and out of her dripping sex.

Selina leered at him in the mirror—soon pushed forward by the thrusts she could see she was getting from behind so that she bent forward, over the table, and braced herself with splayed hands on the cool glass. When she spoke, it was to herself, the beautiful face inches away, contorted with the fearsome lust she felt inside and saw outside: “Take it, baby, take it, take it all!”

Oswald crooned and almost came. He discovered this new arrangement to be amazingly sensual. The notion of a mirror on the ceiling above a bed he’d always found tacky and nouveau rich, but this was proving its merits. He watched Selina’s face glow with racing enjoyment, her expression twitching into ecstasy each time he hammered himself into her blazing snatch.