Agatha’s fingers slid to my belt, unbuckling it with ease. The sound of metal clinking filled the quiet garden as she tugged my pants loose and pulled them down. My cock sprang free, hard and angry, pointing straight at her face.
Her eyes widened. "Oh my..." she breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and lust.
She froze, staring at my shaft with an intense, unblinking gaze as if hypnotized.
"This... is far beyond what I expected," Agatha’s gaze remained locked on my shaft, her cheeks flushing, as she praised me. "It’s thicker than my wrist and longer than half my arm. By the heavens, Raj... I’ve never seen one like this."
"It’s all your to enjoy," I said, proudly brandishing my weapon in front of her eyes.
She brought her face closer to my dick and sniffed it.
"Mmm... it’s strong... musky... rich," she moaned softly. It felt like breathing in raw masculinity. It made my head spin.
She closed her eyes, savoring it like she was drinking red wine for the first time.
My cock twitched again, throbbing in front of her flushed face. Watching the mushroom head leak out precum, she couldn’t resist anymore. Her tongue darted out, giving the tip of my dick a slow lick.
"Mnnn..." she hummed as she tasted me. "Salty, hot... yet intoxicating. Not a bad taste."
Her tongue swirled around the head once more before she pulled it back into her mouth. Then, she wrapped both her hands around my shaft and started to pump me slowly at first, her snow-white, silk-like fingers gliding up and down my length!
In no time, the wet sound of precum smeared between her palms mixed with her soft breaths.
She believed she could make me cum quickly.
But minutes passed. Ten, then twenty.
During that time, her hands never stopped strokkng and pumping my dick.
She was putting in relentless effort to milk my cock, but I didn’t cum once.
I wanted to keep feeling her soft hands wrapped around my length and her hot breath brushing the head of my cock. I wanted to enjoy the intensity of her devotion for as long as I could. So I did my best to hold myself back from cumming all over her face.
"Impossible... why haven’t you cum yet?" Agatha’s brow furrowed in frustration, her cheeks flushed.
Her hands sped up, twisting harder, pumping faster, precum dripping down her wrists.
Still, I held it in.
"What’s going on here?" She said in disblief.
I found her confused face naive but sexy.
"I’m doing my best to hold it in... so I can feel your breath on me longer. So I can keep your soft hands wrapped around my cock."
Hearing my words, her lips parted in surprise, then curved into a seductive smile.
"Then let me take it further." She said, her breath hot on my length. "Can I use my mouth to make it easier?"
"Yes, please!" I said, my voice low and hoarse.
Agatha’s eyes gleamed.
Kneeling before me, she opened her mouth wide, lowering her lips toward my cock.
"Agh!" I groaned in pleasure as she wrapped her mouth around my mushroom head before taking more of me in.
She started to bob her head up and down my cock while sucking it like a vacuum.
Each time she pulled her head back from my cock, she sucked it so strongly her cheeks hollowed, and each time she dove down on my cock like a hungry slut, she tried to pull it deeper into her mouth.
I watched in joy and satisfaction as she held my thighs, guiding my cock deeper and deeper into her with her tongue and lips until her throat was hugging not only my tip but also my shaft.
Glck! Glck! Glck!
And what a wonderful feeling it was. To have a goddess suck my dick as her throat convulsed around it.
"Forgive me," I said to Agatha in advance.
With my dick in her mouth, she raised her eyes to look at me in confusion, silently asking why I had apologized.
I made it clear to her quite quickly as I grabbed her hair and shoved her down on my cock, ramming it straight down her throat.
She gagged on it violently, spit exploding out around my shaft, dripping onto her tits and thighs. With my dick lodged in her throat, her eyes crossed like a whore making an ahegao face, and she moaned around me. The vibrations from her throat as she moaned made my cock throb in her mouth.
"Fuck, Agatha... yes! Take it all!" I growled, slamming my cock into her mouth over and over.
Her eyes watered from the rough treatment, but she didn’t resist. Instead, she let me bottom out inside her mouth like an obedient wife.
"Agatha... do you like it? Do you like having your mouth used like a toy to please me?" I groaned, gripping her hair and using her mouth like it was a hole meant to be used and abused by me.
Every time I pulled out, strings of saliva clung to the swollen head, and every time I pushed back in, I heard her gag.
"Yes, I do," she admitted while gagging on my cock.
"Ahhh~ your throat... it’s squeezing me..." Her throat tightened around the cock I had lodged into her mouth for the hundredth time, convulsing around it so tightly I lost it right there.
"I’m cumming!" I shoved her head down to the base of my cock, her nose pressing against my pubic hair.
Her eyes went wide as she felt my cock swell in her throat. She knew what was coming and she tried to pull away from me, her muffled protests vibrating against my shaft—"Mmmm! Mmmphh!"—but I held her there, my cock buried in her throat as hot jets of semen exploded out of it, shooting straight down her gullet.