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Sexaholics
Book: Sexaholics Read Online Free
Author: Pynk
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held his breath, trying to hold out. “Here,
     switch up again.” He grabbed his dick and pulled out fast. His words
     were rushed. “Get on your knees and suck this.” He ripped off his
     rubber and threw it wherever.
    She moved fast to kneel onto the carpet and he slapped her soft face with his
     impatient dick. She grinned, looking extrapleased by his aggressiveness.
     Miki spit on his fresh-from-the-pussy shaft. She looked at her own creamy
     saliva as it soaked his skin. “I’m markin the beast with that
     shit.” She spit again just before she took him down her throat. The stream
     of excess saliva dripped onto the carpet. She kept her sights on his facial
     expressions, being that she saw his climbing the wall as an ego massage. Being
     in the driver’s seat was right where Miki liked to be.
    “Damn, you’re messy,” he said, as though it was both a
     complaint and a compliment, looking up toward the ceiling. He placed his
     hands on each side of her freshly weaved hair. His jaw was tight. His eyes were
     tight. His ass was tight. He looked frantic, like he was desperately fighting to
     hold it. “Uuummmh yeah. Yeah. That’s some dick suckin fo yo
     ass.”
    She licked his nuts like he’d licked her pussy, and downed him from tip
     to base and again growled, hob-knobbing fanatically, twisting her right
     hand in a circle from wrist to fingertips.
    “Right there. Right there.” His breathing grew unstable.
    She continued to bob and bob and bob and stroke and stroke and stroke
     and suck and suck and suck, like his cock was a chocolate Tootsie Pop.
    He looked down and took a half step back. Erotic urgency took over his face.
     He grunted while speaking. “Wait. Here it is. I wanna cum on your
     face.” He choked the throat of his platinum dick. A heavy vein sprouted
     from the middle of his forehead and from the center of his shaft.
    She released his dick from her mouth and met his peehole with her lips.
    He cried her name, “Miki,” with a baritone shrill, secured his
     aim, and jetted intermittent spurts onto her long tongue runway as she stuck it
     out for his sperm landing. Some hit the side of her mouth and some hit her right
     cheek. She drained his dick and licked her lips and even gave a full swallow of
     his salty, warm semen, as though it would be rude not to.
    She made more gargling sounds with his cum and smacked her lips, looking up
     at him with her huge brown eyes, giving him a nasty-girl face, yet she was the
     one to say to him, “You so fuckin nasty.” As she spoke, three small
     drops that had landed on her throat dripped right between her tits, making a
     pearl necklace. She laughed. “Damn, killa. All over my fuckin mouth and
     throat.” She looked down at the fluid facial and joked, “He painted
     a Picasso.” She played with his droplets with her fingertips. “You a
     fuckin Picasso.”
    He laughed out loud. His eyes showed he was intoxicated from her skills.
    “Let’s recycle that shit,” she said, as she scooped a drop
     with her finger and licked it off. Her porn-star performance was just her way of
     saying thank you.
    His voice was shaky. “Damn. I could get used to this. We’re gonna
     have to have a part two. That was a damn blow-job sandwich there. This shit is
     crazy.” The post-orgasm hormones had him making dick promises. He looked
     at her with admiration for putting it on him right and took stumbling steps
     into his bathroom, grabbing a black washcloth and running warm water on it. He
     exited and then approached Miki, handed it to her, and then collapsed onto the
     bed, turning onto his back while his chest rose and fell.
    She took the cloth. “Thanks.” Miki wiped her mouth and cheeks and
     neck, and then held on to it, laying her head upon his stomach. “True. But
     don’t forget. We’re supposed to be reforming.”
    They were quiet.
    His breathing was still hard. He gave a delayed response, like he’d
     been on a pussy trip. “Fuck

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