Bella's hips began to buck upward more urgently against my mouth, grinding her soaked heat across my tongue with increasing desperation. My hands rested on her powerful thighs, feeling the surprising contrast beneath my palms — years of cheerleading and gymnastics had sculpted them into firm, toned muscle, yet the skin itself felt impossibly smooth and yielding, like warm, supple dough that gave way softly under my fingers whenever I squeezed.
I could feel the subtle tremble running through them as pleasure built inside her once again. My tongue pushed deeper between her folds, sliding into the silky, fluttering channel, tasting the rich, tangy flood of her arousal that coated my lips and chin in a warm, sticky mess.
The heavy, rounded globes of her breasts rose and fell rapidly above me, the soft flesh quivering with every sharp breath she took.
She was getting close again. Her strong legs tightened around my head, the smooth inner skin pressing firmly against my ears as her thighs flexed with building tension. I could barely breathe, but I didn't stop — my tongue kept working her swollen nub in tight, rapid circles while I sucked gently, drawing more of her sweet nectar into my mouth.
Bella's breathing turned into ragged gasps, her bubble-shaped ass lifting off the couch cushions as she chased the rising wave.
Then it hit her.
Her entire body seized up, thighs clamping down so hard around my skull that for a terrifying second I genuinely thought my neck might snap under the pressure. A deep, guttural moan tore from her throat as she came violently. Clear, hot liquid suddenly gushed out of her in powerful, pulsing squirts, spraying directly against my tongue and face in warm, forceful jets.
The salty-sweet fluid drenched my chin, dripped down my neck, and soaked the front of my shirt as she rode out the intense climax, her pussy clenching and fluttering wildly against my mouth. Her strong legs held me locked in place through every shuddering wave, not letting me pull away even an inch until the final tremors finally began to fade.
Only then did her thighs loosen their iron grip. I gasped for air, pulling back with long, desperate breaths, my chest heaving as I tried to recover. Bella lay sprawled on the couch, legs still loosely spread, her chest rising and falling heavily as she basked in the deep, glowing aftermath of her second orgasm.
Her smooth skin glowed with fresh sweat, the rounded curves of her breasts glistening under the living room light. A lazy, satisfied smile played across her lips, eyes half-closed in pure post-climax bliss.
"What the fuck… why did you do that?" I muttered hoarsely, wiping my drenched face with the back of my hand, still breathing hard.
Bella let out a tired, breathy giggle, clearly still floating in pleasure.
"That felt so fucking good…" she murmured, almost dreamily, stretching her arms above her head and making her full breasts shift heavily on her chest. She looked completely lost in the warm haze of satisfaction, like she had momentarily forgotten I was even there.
I stood up on shaky legs, my face sticky and warm with her juices. "Hey! Bella!" I protested, glaring at her.
"Whaaat?" she replied lazily, sitting up slowly on the couch, her voice drawn out and unconcerned.
"Why? didn't you like that?" Bella rolled her eyes and stood up with a casual stretch, the smooth globes of her ass flexing as she moved. She picked up the towel I had brought earlier and draped it loosely around the back of her neck, the ends hanging down over her bare chest.
I kept glaring, frustration mixing with the throbbing hardness in my pants. " It's… not like that. My neck hurts."
"Just shut up already." She stepped closer, her eyes dropping pointedly to the shameless, rock-hard bulge straining against the front of my pants. A familiar, mischievous smirk slowly spread across her face — the same dangerous look she always got when she was about to cause trouble.
"Listen, you little dickhead." she said, her tone casual but firm, "if you tell Mom what just happened here, remember… you were also a part of it. You had your tongue buried in your sister's pussy for a long time. So keep that in mind before you open your mouth."
"What? You forced me!" I shot back, heat rising in my cheeks.
"I'm going for a shower." Bella said, letting our a frustrated sigh, tossing the towel over her shoulder like she didn't have a care in the world. She paused for a second, then added with that dangerous little smirk, "I'll take care of your dick… so just keep your mouth shut about all this, got it?"
Before I could respond, she gave me a firm push on the chest, forcing me back a step. Then she turned and strolled toward the bathroom, completely naked. Her firm, bubble-shaped ass swayed hypnotically with every step, the smooth globes of soft flesh jiggling and bouncing lightly, the deep cleft between them drawing my eyes like a magnet.
She stopped at the bathroom doorway and glanced back over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised.
"Clean this mess before coming in." she ordered casually. The way she said it felt like an invitation wrapped in a command — filthy, casual, and impossible to ignore.
My cock throbbed painfully hard inside my pants, the thick bulge straining visibly against the fabric and clouding my thoughts with raw, guilty need. I had no idea what she actually planned to do once I stepped inside that bathroom with her, but my erection refused to let me walk away.
I quickly got to work cleaning. I wiped down the soaked couch cushions thoroughly, the fabric still warm and damp from her squirt. Then I mopped the wooden floor where her juices had splashed in messy puddles.
My hands shook slightly as I picked up the large, dark dildo from the couch. It felt heavy and warm in my palm, absolutely drenched in her juices arousal. I couldn't stop staring at it, wondering how something so thick had managed to disappear so deep inside her tight body. I also grabbed her discarded top from the floor, but no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find any panties. She really hadn't been wearing any before this the whole time.
After everything was reasonably clean, I stood outside the bathroom door for a long, nervous moment. My mind raced with hesitation. I shouldn't do this. I should just go to my room. But my throbbing cock had other ideas, pulsing insistently and making my thoughts hazy with lust.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open.
To be continued...
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