Britwitch
Classically curvy
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Lizzie sucked hungrily as he fed his shaft into her mouth, releasing her breasts and instead, thrusting between her lips. He didn't break the pace he had been maintaining before and Lizzie somehow managed to control the urge to gag around him as he used her mouth with speed and force. Every now and then she managed to stroke him or fondle him with her tongue in between his pumping drives into her warm, wet mouth.
“Oh yessssssssss fuck yes, baby. Lizzie I love you!”
Lizzie felt his warm, thick seed fill her mouth, swallowing every drop as it landed on her tongue and coated her throat. Sucking gently to clean him before he withdrew himself from her mouth. She looked up, slightly starry eyed at the words he had cried out only moments before.
Jerry helped her up and Lizzie hugged him tightly, kissing him gently, feeling his tongue stroke along her lips, tasting himself.
“Baby, I am the fucking luckiest guy in the world. You are perfect. You are everything I could want! And you are mine baby all mine. God baby I love you!”
"You...you do...?" She asked, her voice hopeful but quiet as she looked up into his eyes. Wanting more than anything at that moment for him to say those words again, that he loved her. Afraid it was just the pleasure and lust talking.
After all, they barely knew each other. Although, why then did her heart race slightly whenever his dark eyes looked deeply into her own...she didn't know, but it did. Every time he touched her she felt a warmth, an excitement she'd never known before, spread through her like wildfire. Something deeper than mere lust. But was it love...?
“Oh yessssssssss fuck yes, baby. Lizzie I love you!”
Lizzie felt his warm, thick seed fill her mouth, swallowing every drop as it landed on her tongue and coated her throat. Sucking gently to clean him before he withdrew himself from her mouth. She looked up, slightly starry eyed at the words he had cried out only moments before.
Jerry helped her up and Lizzie hugged him tightly, kissing him gently, feeling his tongue stroke along her lips, tasting himself.
“Baby, I am the fucking luckiest guy in the world. You are perfect. You are everything I could want! And you are mine baby all mine. God baby I love you!”
"You...you do...?" She asked, her voice hopeful but quiet as she looked up into his eyes. Wanting more than anything at that moment for him to say those words again, that he loved her. Afraid it was just the pleasure and lust talking.
After all, they barely knew each other. Although, why then did her heart race slightly whenever his dark eyes looked deeply into her own...she didn't know, but it did. Every time he touched her she felt a warmth, an excitement she'd never known before, spread through her like wildfire. Something deeper than mere lust. But was it love...?