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The joy of feeling his cock in her mouth as it grew, inch by inch. As there was more and more of it to love, her passion for it charged her lissome body.

Her nipples hardened, her breasts heaved and jiggled. All of Lash surging to match the stiffening manhood that was feeding itself to her. She felt like her body was attuned to Harry’s, two well-crafted instruments playing in time, recording a symphony of pleasure.

She tongued his lengthening prick, feeling gleefully how it pulsed with hot blood and stretched until its cockhead was pressed into the back of her throat. She relaxed her throat, tensing only to swallow, accepting his potent erection down into her gullet. She wasn’t ready for it—she gurgled and sputtered—but she had to have it. She wasn’t yet at the point where she would reject anything Harry gave to her.

Lash was anxious to have as much of him as possible; to possess him again, not in mind but in body. Knowing that he was hers willingly, giving himself over to her because of the vast satisfaction she brought him.

Harry moved. Stomach going over Lash’s face, giving his cock a better angle down her throat. She smelled the musk saturating his groin, gingering her sense of smell when his pubic hair brushed against her nostrils. It was intoxicating, like taking a shot of bourbon, the moment before the burn really hit.

She sucked forcefully, holding his prick in her mouth with full lips locked around his collar. The virile flesh swelled as if to give her enough for the suction she was putting on it. She felt its veins bulge rigidly, standing up from the long shaft, tantalizing her tongue with each lick.

As Lash sucked again, she watched Harry’s stomach tighten, his ab muscles standing out, then relaxing as she let the pressure end. His cock settled in her mouth, throbbing with arousal enough to rattle her teeth.

On the next suck his balls leapt up against his body as if trying to get into Lash’s mouth too, scrotum fisting tight around the eggs as they bulged. Lash took hold of the tight knot of testes and massaged them, relaxing them into swaying free. Then another suckle at his length and they climbed up again.

Harry moaned above her, unable to stand the rhythm of play. He pumped into Lash’s tender mouth, his strokes carefully extended. Taking time to go gently into her mouth and be embraced by her throat muscles, all the way down.

Lash’s attention went back to the prick filling her mouth. Any plans of temptation or teasing went out of her head, swept aside by the sheer earthy delight of having Harry’s plum-sized cockhead forcing its way through the narrow opening of her throat.

“You spent a long time in my head,” Harry gasped out between deep pulls of air. “But you’re going to spend even more time giving it!”

Lash smiled around his manhood, feeling it slide into her throat. She tried not to choke, swallowing receptively instead as his shaft followed the battering ram down into her gullet. Her lips rolled over her teeth, keeping them from raking his girth as it glided down her gulps.

Lash slowly rolled their bodies over. She kept his endowment buried in her mouth, buried down her throat, her nose deep in his bristling body hair. Finally Harry was on his back, his arms stretched out, fingers grasping the carpet to hold his hands still. Already he was so deep in Lash that it felt fraught, like he might break something deep inside her by being where he was.

But Lash had no reservations. She kept herself impaled on his manhood, only moving to reach underneath him and grab his buttocks. She held him steady as her head bobbed up and down, eager mouth pitching all over the length of his erection. Harry couldn’t help but move with her, pumping his hips so that when she came down on his cock, she got all of it. It fucked its way down to the bottom of her gullet.

Until finally, Lash just held herself down. With Harry rutting into her mouth, all she had to do was keep her head still and her mouth wide open. Harry took care of the fucking—fucking himself with her offered mouth.

His erection went deeper, deeper and deeper, snouting Lash’s esophagus again and again. He kept going so far that Lash thought he must’ve gotten his cockhead down into her stomach, dripping precum right to her belly.