Chapter 92: Yes, Please

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Yes, Please

His thumb brushed along her plump lips, dragging the soft flesh sideways before it bounced back into place—full, soft, and slightly parted. He tilted her chin up and leaned down to seal those lewd lips in a deep kiss.

Mwah...

He sank into the incredible softness of her mouth. Her lips were thick, pillowy and obscenely full. They yielded under the pressure, molding to him, warm and damp. He groaned into the kiss as her fists tightened around his cock and, without conscious thought, began stroking him in longer, deeper, more deliberate pulls.

Mmm... ahh...

His tongue pushed between those plump lips, tasting her, coaxing her open wider. She gave a muffled moan and stroked him harder, twisting her wrists on the upstroke so her thumbs dragged over the sensitive underside. His cock throbbed in her grip, long and rigid, veins standing out under the tight skin. He kissed her deeper, almost greedy now, lost in how soft and thick her mouth felt against his—how those full lips seemed to swallow his lower lip every time he pressed harder.

Mmmph... schlurp... ahh...

She did not resist. She knew what a kiss like this meant. She had seen it countless times while hiding in closets, watching seniors, and even through the cracked door of her parents’ bedroom—lips locked, tongues sliding together, wet filthy sounds filling the air. Now she was the one making those sounds. Was this finally the start of the love story she had waited for all her life? She had never expected it to be with a student, yet she did not mind. Xavier was charming and powerfully built. The way her gentle hands wrapped around his thick cock, the way his large hand cupped her face while his warm lips claimed hers—everything made her want to be dominated by him.

Nnh... mmm...

He kissed her like that for a long, slow stretch of time, tongue deep in her mouth, swirling and sliding over her hot squishy tongue, sucking on her lips the way a hungry newborn child sucks at a mother’s nipples. She returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, kneeling between his legs and pumping his huge cock with both hands stacked one over the other, squeezing and sliding, making him leak steadily into her palms.

Mwah... mmmph... schlurp...Mwah!

At last, he pulled back with an obscene wet pop. Their lips parted, leaving her gasping for air. A thin strand of saliva stretched between them for a second before breaking. Her lips looked even fuller now, coated in a glossy sheen of their mixed saliva and swollen from the kiss.

Ahh... nnnh...

She did not want it to stop. Looking up, she saw the same hunger reflected back at her—the clear lust for her in his eyes. A warm pulse bloomed low in her groin. She knew exactly what she had to do. She had watched this moment enough times, patiently waiting for her turn. Now it was hers.

"Should I suck it?" she asked her voice sweet, sensual.

"Yes, please."

Rosalie leaned in. Her incredibly plump, soft lips parted around the swollen head of Xavier’s cock. The thick, glossy crown disappeared between those full, pillowy lips with a wet, sucking sound.

Mmmph...

She sealed them tightly around him and sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling over the sensitive tip. The taste of him flooded her mouth—sweet, hot, heavy. Her eyes flicked up to his face as she nursed on the swollen head, soft lips stretched wide around the fat tip, making soft, wet little sounds with every pull.

Schlurp... mmm... ahh...

Her free heavy breasts swayed and jiggled gently with each movement of her head.

She tried to take more. Her hands gripped his thighs for support.

Her lips slid farther down the thick shaft, the soft, plump flesh stretching obscenely around his girth. She pushed forward, trying to swallow him deeper, but the length and thickness stopped her. Her throat fluttered and closed. She gagged softly, eyes watering, and had to pull back with a wet, gasping schlick.

—! Mmmph... ahh...

Xavier’s hand came to rest on her head, caressing gently, fingers threading through her glossy black hair.

"Take it easy," he murmured. "Don’t rush. I’m not going anywhere."

Rosalie nodded, cheeks flushed, lips shiny and even fuller from the stretch. She was too excited; her heart hammered against her chest. She forced herself to calm down. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, then another. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with the effort. Her shoulders loosened. When she opened her mouth again and she moved slower.

Her plump lips closed around the head once more, then gradually slid down. Inch by thick inch she took him, breathing carefully. The fat cock stretched her lips wider and wider until they were nothing but a tight, shiny ring of soft flesh around his shaft. She kept going, deeper and deeper.

Mmmph... ahh...

Her throat yielded.

Xavier’s cock sank all the way in. The thick head pushed past the resistance and slid in, stretching the muscles of her throat, making the front of her neck bulge outward with the shape of him. She held there for a long second, eyes watering, nose pressed to his abdomen, those obscenely full lips sealed tight around the base of his cock. A soft, wet gurgle escaped her throat.

Glllk... mmmph...

"Good girl," Xavier said, voice low, sensual.

Then she started to move.

Rosalie pulled back slowly until only the head remained between her plump lips, then sank down again in one long, deliberate stroke. Slow at first, then steadier, she set a rhythm—deep, wet, filthy. Her head bobbed on his cock, those thick, soft lips stretched wide and shiny with spit as they dragged up and down his length. Every time she took him to the root her throat bulged. Every time she pulled back, a thick string of saliva connected her swollen lips to his cock before she swallowed him again.

Schlurp... mmmph... ahh... schlurp...

She never looked away.

Her eyes stayed locked on Xavier’s face the entire time, watching, checking, hungry for his reaction. She was enjoying the wet warmth of his huge cock, but she wanted him to enjoy it even more. She wanted to give him more pleasure than she was feeling herself.

His hands stayed in her hair—not guiding, just holding on—while she sucked him with those fleshy lips.

Mmmph... nnnh...

"Keep going," he groaned. "Your mouth feels... so fucking amazing..."

Rosalie moaned around him, the vibrations traveling down his shaft, and kept bobbing in deep, filthy strokes. Her plump lips never broke their tight seal. Her eyes never left his. She picked up the pace, lost in the simple joy of receiving his praise.

Mmmph... aahh... schlurp...!

Her eyes lit up at the compliment; flushed cheeks lifted, turning her expression into pure delight.

Xavier noticed the change at once. She was the kind of girl who was weak to compliments—who found deep satisfaction in praises. All he needed to do was flood her with praises, and she would do anything for him.