Selena Kitt - Baumgartner Generations - Henry

He kept making the circles she seemed to like, around and around her clit. The taste of her was incredible, making his cock jerk and swell. He switched the Fleshlight to one hand, using the other to explore the soft folds of Val’s pussy. She whimpered, bracing herself against the wall with one hand, the other still rubbing over her nipples, back and forth. When his fingers found their way inside of her, her eyelids fluttered closed, her hair falling down, framing her face.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her breath coming fast. Henry slowed the pussy fucking his cock. It was too much, feeling the smooth, wet walls of her pussy squeezing his fingers, the taste of her in his throat as he swallowed. If he let his mind go, if he for one moment imagined there was another girl riding him, he was going to explode. “Oh yes, yes, baby, make me come in your mouth!”

Oh. God.

She moaned, her thighs quivering, and he saw the muscles in her belly begin to contract. Then her pussy clamped down over his fingers, squeezing them with her orgasm, and Henry groaned, bucking his hips up into the sweet cunt wrapped around his dick, pumping fast and hard. He couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to anymore.

“Oh fuck!” Val shuddered, arching, spreading and splaying herself against him. He buried his face between her thighs, drowning himself in her juices, and he thrust himself deep into the pussy between his own legs, giving into his own climax. He watched her with glazed eyes as she climbed off, collapsing next to him on the bed.

He jumped when she grabbed the Fleshlight. “Easy!”

“Oh you were a bad, bad boy, weren’t you?” Val pulled on the toy, easing his cock out of the fleshy hole and watching Henry’s cum spill down.

“Sorry,” Henry apologized, but Val was already working on him, her hand wrapped around his shaft, the Fleshlight in the other.

“Mmmm!” She tipped the toy up and he groaned, watching her lap at the silicone flesh, catching the white gush of his cum with her tongue. “I want more of that.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he agreed, watching her hand moving on his dick, her tongue still working its way into the toy, greedy for his cum. He thought he’d never seen anything so sexy in his life.

“Oh my god,” Val murmured happily. “You get so hard again so fast!”

“Your fault.”

“Amazing.” She was incredulous, watching his cock jerk back to life. “Hey, I have an idea.”

He watched, bemused, as she climbed off the bed, taking his Fleshlight and wedging it between the mattress and the boxspring, the pussy-end facing out. She rubbed her fingers over the opening again, gathering more of Henry’s cum, and then lifted them to her mouth, sucking greedily.

“Now we switch.” She pulled him down to kneel on the floor while she climbed back up on the bed, taking off her panties.

“What are you…?” He regarded her, half-smiling, as she stretched out, her legs dangling over on either side of him. She was something, stretched out like that. She had three star tattoos on her belly around her navel that he hadn’t seen that night-they’d been covered by the corset-and another one on her lower back, the proverbial tramp stamp. They were sexy as hell.

“Still hard?” she murmured, licking her fingers and circling her nipples with them. His eyes darkened as he watched her.

“Even harder,” he agreed, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock. He’d only come once. He could definitely come again. And he wanted to be inside her when he did.

She cupped her breasts, one in each hand, her fingernails painted alternately black and red, her gaze on his face, gauging his reaction. She must have liked what she saw because she half-smiled, her fingernails tickling over her own ribcage, dipping into the softness of her belly, tracing circles around her navel. His breath quickened again as he watched her hands flutter down to that runway of dark pubic hair, leading the way to her pussy.

“Like what you see?”

“You’re beautiful.” He swallowed, her pussy opening for him under the soft press of her fingers. It was a gorgeous pink, the lips shaved smooth, still wet from his tongue.

“Want to see how I do it?” She visibly shivered when her finger began circling her clit. Her nipples hardened, too, the dark areolas shrinking as the skin around them began to pucker.

“That’s fucking hot.” His cock wept in his hand, nudging up against the Fleshlight stuck between the boxspring and mattress. He glanced down at it, his brain only registering one thing- pussy.

“Do it.” She saw him looking and smiled. “Fuck your toy.”

“But-”

“I want you to,” she breathed, rubbing herself faster. “Please.”

He wanted to fuck Val, but he relented as she touched herself in front of him, her breath coming faster. He hadn’t used the Fleshlight this way before, and he maneuvered his cock between the silicone lips, feeling the opening, that incredible fucking give, as he thrust his hips forward.

Val’s eyes lit up when he moaned softly. “Hold me,” she whispered, wiggling down, her pussy near the edge of his bed. “Grab my hips.”

His hands moved up over her breasts first, lost in the sensation, his cock pulsing inside the wet sleeve, Val’s pussy hot against his lower belly. She arched when he bent his head to take her nipple into his mouth, sucking, greedy, her hands moving through his dark hair.

“Is it tight?” she murmured, feeling his hips begin to rock. He groaned in agreement, his hands finally moving down to her hips, as if it was her pussy he was fucking instead of the silicone one shoved under his mattress. Still, it felt so good…

She watched his face, her fingernails grazing his belly, his chest. He hissed when she pinched his nipples. Her eyes lit up, and then she did it again, twisting, pulling at them.

“Oh fuck!” He thrust deep into the Fleshlight, the sensation spreading all the way down to his cock.

“Don’t come,” she urged, squirming in his hands, her pussy just wet heat against his belly. “I want you to fuck a real pussy.”

He groaned, sliding his cock slowly out of the Fleshlight. “We better do it then.”

“Got a condom?”

Henry reached over and opened his night table drawer-he and Dean had grabbed handfuls that night at the frat, stuffing them into their jean pockets. He climbed onto the bed, tearing it open with his teeth, but Val took it from him, pushing him back as she rolled it on, his dick jerking in anticipation.

He steadied her as she straddled his hips, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit.

“Ready for a real pussy?” She teased him, making circles against her entrance. He didn’t say anything. Instead he grabbed her hips, thrusting up, making her cry out in surprise as he buried himself into her wetness.

“Oh,” he breathed, eyes closing, his whole body sensation centered between his legs, spreading outward in waves. “Easy…”

“You can’t come again that fast,” she teased, rolling her hips.

“Don’t bet on it.” He groaned. “You feel so good.”

“So if I did this…” She began to rock back and forth. “You just might…”

“Fuck!” he moaned, grabbing her hips, trying to keep her still. She was so hot, so fucking hot inside, wet molten lava massaging his cock.

“How about this?” She squeezed her muscles and his eyes flew open in surprise.

“Val,” he warned, his breath coming faster, panting now.

“What?” she taunted, biting her lip, grinding her hips into his. “What are you gonna do?”

He let out a low growl, grabbing her ass and rolling her. She squealed and squirmed as he fucked her, long and deep and hard, his cock pinning her like a spread butterfly on the white sheet.