Chapter 615: Marina: Should I Trim My Cunt?
Marina giggled, the sound wicked as she finished, her body shivering slightly. "Mmm— Good boy..." she purred, her fingers stroking my hair as she lifted herself slightly, her pussy dripping the last remnants onto my cock.
Then, without warning, she lowered herself further, her wet pussy enveloping my cock, her juices mixing with the warmth of her pee as she grinded against me.
"Oh—" I gasped, my hands gripping her thighs, my cock pulsing inside her.
But she wasn’t done.
With a slow, deliberate motion, she pulled off me, her pussy making a wet POP as my cock slid free, glistening with her fluids.
Then, she knelt in front of me, her eyes locked on mine as she took my cock into her mouth, her lips sealing around the cock.
"Mmm—" she moaned around me, the sound vibrating against my skin, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting herself, tasting me.
She sucked me deep, her throat working as she bobbed her head, her fingers massaging my balls. The slurping sounds were obscene—SLURP—SLURP—GLOP—her saliva dripping down my cock, her lips stretched around my girth.
But she wouldn’t let me cum.
Every time I got close, she pulled back, her hand tightening around the base of my cock, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Not yet, slave..." she murmured, her voice thick with lust, her other hand cupping my balls, squeezing just hard enough to make me whimper. "You don’t get to come until I say so..."
I groaned, my body trembling with the effort of holding back, my cock throbbing painfully in her grip.
Marina smiled, her lips glistening with saliva, her eyes dark with satisfaction. "Good boy..." she purred, giving my cock one last slow lick from base to tip before releasing me with a wet POP.
Marina stood, her body glistening with sweat and fluids, and motioned for me to follow her into the shower. The water was hot, the steam filling the air as we stepped under the spray, the sound of the water hissing against the tiles.
She pushed me against the wall, her body pressing against mine, her hands roaming over my chest, my cock still hard between us. "Wash me..." she ordered, her voice low, her eyes burning with command.
I grabbed the soap, my hands sliding over her slick skin, the lather building between us. The sound of my hands moving over her body was obscene—SQUISH—SQUISH——the water cascading down her curves, her nipples hard under my touch.
Marina moaned, her head falling back as I washed her breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples, pinching them just hard enough to make her gasp. "Mmm— Yes—" she sighed, her body arching into my touch.
But she wasn’t done testing me.
She turned around, her ass pressing against my cock, her hands bracing against the wall. "Wash here..." she demanded, her voice husky, her fingers spreading her cheeks, exposing her tight hole.
I obeyed, my soapy fingers tracing the sensitive skin, the water rinsing away the suds as I cleaned her. The sound of my fingers moving over her was wet, obscene, the squelch of the soap mixing with the drip of the water.
Marina shivered, her body trembling under my touch. "Good..." she murmured, her voice breathy. "Now dry me..."
I grabbed a towel, my hands patting her skin dry, the fabric rubbing against her sensitive flesh. She moaned as I dried her pussy, my fingers lingering just a little too long, teasing her.
But Marina wasn’t done.
She turned to face me, her eyes dark with mischief, her fingers tracing my chest. "Now..." she said, her voice a low command, "I want you to put the cream on me..."
Marina’s fingers curled around the tube of cream, her movements deliberate, slow, as if she were savoring the anticipation. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark with a mix of command and curiosity, as she squeezed a thick, glistening dollop of the cool gel onto her fingertips.
The sound of the cream squirting out was wet, obscene—SQUISH—as it pooled in her palm.
She held it out to me, her voice dropping to a hushed, filthy whisper. "Put it inside my asshole..." she said, her lips curling into a wicked smirk. "I don’t want it to be smelly..."
I took the cream from her, my fingers dipping into the cool, slick substance, the texture thick and smooth against my skin.
The scent of it—clean, clinical—mixed with the musky aroma of her arousal still lingering in the air.
Marina spread her legs wider, her hand resting on my shoulder for balance, her body leaning forward slightly, exposing herself to me in the most vulnerable, intimate way.
The sight of her—open, willing, trusting me to touch her there—sent a jolt of lust through me, my cock throbbing painfully.
My fingers trembled slightly as I pressed the cream against her tight hole, the contrast between the cool gel and her hot skin making her hiss, her body tensing for a moment.
"Ahh—!" she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulder, her breath hitching as I began to push inside.
The resistance was intense—her asshole clenching around my finger, the cream easing the way but doing little to dull the burn of the stretch.
I pushed deeper, my finger sinking into her slowly, the squish of the cream mixing with the wet sounds of her body adjusting to me.
"Fuck— Yes—" she gasped, her voice thick with lust, her body shuddering as she adjusted to the intrusion. Her hole pulsed around my finger, the heat of her swallowing me in, the slick sounds of my movements filling the bathroom—SQUISH—SQUISH—POP—.
I added another finger, stretching her wider, preparing her, the cream now mixed with her own juices, the slick sounds growing louder, wetter.
Marina’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, her body trembling as I worked her open, my fingers scissoring inside her, loosening her for what was to come.
"More..." she demanded, her voice a low, needy growl, her free hand gripping my cock, stroking it in time with my movements.
I pulled my fingers out with a wet POP, the sound obscene as her hole clenched around nothing, a bead of cream dripping from her entrance. Marina watched me, her eyes dark with anticipation, as I brought my fingers to my mouth, my tongue darting out to lick them clean.
The taste was faint—clean, soapy—but beneath it, I could taste her, the musky hint of her arousal still lingering.
"It’s delicious..." I murmured, my voice thick with mischief, my eyes locked on hers as I sucked my fingers into my mouth, the sound of my slurping SLURP—SLURP—filling the air.
Marina’s face flushed a deep crimson, her lips parting in shock before a slow, wicked smile spread across her features.
She scolded me with a playful glare, her voice laced with amusement and embarrassment. "You pervert—" she muttered, but there was no real anger in her tone—only lust, only excitement.
