Chapter 73: Sweet and Addictive or Drop and a Slit (R-18)

[Desire Meter: 100/100 — Blinking Red "Damon, Damon, please I want that dick in me! Just fucking fuck me. Ravage my 7 years hunger, I want that biggest dick inside me! I want to feel it burning my pussy! Fuck me! I have waited enough!"]

Damon smiled from between her thighs reading her meter.

He did not get up.

He licked her clit again, lazy ands then dragged his tongue down through the fat split of her and ate. His whole mouth was on that plump cunt, his lips sealing over the mound, sucking until her wet filled him. He swallowed. Gulped her and tried to take the whole fat thing at once and almost laughed while doing so because there was so much of her.

Her pussy lips filled his mouth, her juice too ran over his tongue and down his chin. When he pulled off, a string followed him from her clit to his lower lip and broke on her mound.

A woman’s pussy, it turned out, was not exactly sweet the way people said.

But the taste still could only be described in two words.

Sweet. Addictive.

’Who knew. Things did not have to be sugary to be sweet.’

He stayed there and worked.

Damon put his mouth on her like a virgin who had only ever watched this and suddenly had the real pussy of Camilla a woman he’d admired for so long and now her whole pussy was under his tongue, and for a second his brain blanked because Camilla’s pussy was hot and wet and fat against his face in a way no screen had ever been.

He dragged his tongue flat up through her between the lips of her pussy from the bottom of that plump slit, and those thick outer lips parted on the pass, soft and packed, opening just enough for the tip to catch the wet middle where her hole was hiding.

Her cream came with him~

It was a thick shine rode the flat of his tongue as he climbed the seam, over the fat lips, across that swollen clit, and when he pulled off her a clear string stretched from her cunt to his mouth, trembling, then broke and slapped back onto her mound while the rest of her juice stayed on his chin.

"Ahhh—"

He did it again because the first pass had not been enough; Damon needed to feel how soft those lips were under a real tongue again and how her clit jumped when he caught it, and Camilla’s hips twitched into him while he learned the shape of her with his mouth.

He pushed between those packed lips with the point of his tongue and they gave for him, thick outer flesh splitting around the tip until the inner pink of her flower opened shiny under his mouth.

He traced that soft inner fold without giving her a finger yet, just tasting the mouth of her cave, and cream sat on the pink in a thick coat that came off on his tongue in a warm filthy pull of juice.

He licked it clean, went back for more, scooped another mouthful out of the split, and when he drew back a thread of her juice tied his tongue to her open cunt and stretched until it snapped and fell across her clit, because it was her and it was his first time and he was not going to waste a drop.

"Ohh—fuck—Damon—"

He opened her with both thumbs and kept her that way so the picture never closed, fat lips held apart, pink showing, clit out, and he stared at it like a boy who had finally gotten the thing he had jerked off to for a year.

Her clit was dark-pink and shining, a swollen bead that jumped every time he breathed on it, and wet dripped off it onto the sheet while he wrote on it with the tip of his tongue, slow and stupid and honest, then sucked that bead into his mouth and let it go with a wet pop.

"Ahh—ahh—yes—"

"Tell me what you did this morning after I left," he said into her his voice rough since his mouth was still on her pussy. "Say it while I eat your pussy, Camilla."

His face did not break and his mouth worked like he had done this a hundred times.

But honestly the fat pretty cunt under his tongue was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen up close, thick petals shining with juice, the inner pink of her flower opening for him, the little cave twitching when he breathed on it, and he wanted to say it, wanted to tell her she was perfect, that her pussy looked like something holy and filthy at the same time but Damon kept every word behind his teeth and just ate.

When her hips tried to grind he stopped and waited and started lower at the bottom of the split and made her earn the clit again, and he looked up over her stomach and those hanging tits and kept his eyes on hers while he licked because he needed her to see that this was his first time and he was not looking away, calm on the outside, worshipping her cunt like a shrine on the inside.

"I—ahh—touched myself—twice—toys while thinking about you—ahh—nothing—nothing like this—"

His one hand stayed on her tit and he squeezed it until the flesh spilled past his fingers, rolled her nipple between his thumb and knuckle, then pushed that weight up so he could feel it move when she arched.

His other hand got on her ass and hauled her onto his mouth until her cheeks filled his palm, and his fingers sank into that soft meat while his thumb stroked the split of her ass and he ate.

He had never done this before.

Any other night he would have bragged about the porn and his beloved OnlyFans tutors and being their favorite customer who’d also taught him how to pleasure a woman’s pussy. Thank to them he was doing great; tonight those lessons rang in his head the second her cunt sat on his tongue, and his instinct and hunger and a virgin trying not to come just from the taste of her.

He ate her again, longer and sloppier than before.

He opened her with both thumbs and stared at that fat pussy up close while he breathed on it, thick petals held apart, juice shining on the inner pink of her flower, then he buried his mouth and hummed against her clit.

"Ahhh—fuck—yes—eat me—ohh—"

Camilla’s back arched off the bed with her elbows locked.

She lifted her ass and rolled her pussy on his mouth, grinding that fat juicing cunt over his tongue like she could fuck his face and finish herself, and he let her because he was learning what she felt like when she took.

Then he pinned her hips, took the grind away, and teased her clit until her thighs shook.

"No—ahh—please—more—Damon—"

He licked the whole plump front of her, looked up over her stomach and those tits, and smiled with his mouth shining. Her juice was on his nose and on his cheeks.

A drop ran from her open slit down over her asshole and he followed it with his tongue before he came back up, messy, first-time filthy, like he did not know where to stop because he did not want to stop.