He rose slowly, his eyes never leaving hers—dark, predatory, promising ruin. Sierra was still trembling from the orgasm he'd wrung from her on his knees, thighs slick and shining with her own cum, skirt bunched uselessly around her waist, blouse and bra long discarded.

She looked like a debauched queen, utterly wrecked and still starving for more.

Phei gripped her waist with both hands—fingers digging into soft flesh—and lifted her effortlessly, turning to deposit her on the edge of the old couch.

She sank into the worn cushions with a soft, broken gasp, legs falling open instinctively—wide, shameless—as if her body had already surrendered every last pretense of control.

Her ruined pussy was on full, obscene display.

Swollen beyond reason, flushed a deep, angry crimson from his relentless mouth and fingers, the delicate outer lips puffy and parted like overripe fruit begging to be devoured again. The slick inner folds gleamed with her creamy release, glistening wet and shameless, every fold and ridge flushed dark pink and trembling with aftershocks.

Her clit stood proud and throbbing—fat, engorged, shiny with her own juices—pulsing visibly with each ragged breath she took.

Below it, her entrance clenched and unclenched hungrily, a slow, greedy flutter around nothing, still leaking thick strands of creamy arousal that dripped lazily down toward the tight pucker of her ass, leaving a glistening trail on the cushions beneath her.

Oh, Sierra.... You're so... Beautiful. Absolutely Beautiful!

Devastating. Utterly wrecked.

The scent of her—musky, sweet, filthy—filled the air, thick enough to taste. Every inch of that perfect, dripping cunt screamed how thoroughly he'd owned her, how completely she'd come apart for him.

And still, it begged for more.

"Stay just like that," he growled, voice rough with lust. "Spread those pretty thighs wide for me. Show me that soaked cunt you want worshipped again."

Sierra obeyed without thinking, hands sliding down to grip behind her knees, pulling her legs back and apart until she was obscenely exposed—her ass lifted slightly off the couch, pussy splayed open like an offering, clit throbbing visibly, hole clenching and unclenching in desperate need.

Phei dropped to his knees between her spread thighs, like a servant ready to serve his Queen that best way that would make her scream her lungs out; hands immediately shoving her thighs wider, rough palms sliding up the plush insides until his thumbs framed her dripping folds.

He spread her open further—vulgarly wide, until her inner pink was completely bared, slick strings of arousal stretching between her lips as he pulled them apart.

"Fuck, look at this messy little pussy," he rasped, blowing a cool stream of air directly over her clit that made her hips jerk and a fresh gush of wetness seep out.

"Still leaking from the last time, I made you squirt all over my face. You taste like sin, Sierra. And I'm starving."

He leaned in slow—torturously slow—nose brushing the velvet-soft skin of her inner thigh first, inhaling the thick, heady scent of her arousal like it was the finest, most addictive drug. Pure, filthy sex—musky, sweet, overwhelming, the smell of a woman so turned on she was dripping for him.

His tongue, warm and wet, traced the outer folds slowly, deliberately, licking along the soft, puffy edges as if memorizing her shape. One side, then the other—long, lazy strokes that made her hips twitch.

She whimpered when he pressed flatter, firmer, parting her gently at first, then with more intent.

He divided her folds with the tip of his tongue, sliding between them like he was claiming territory.

Straight into her dripping hole he went—no hesitation, no mercy—just the hot, slick push of his tongue breaching her, curling inside, tasting how soaked she was for him. He fucked her shallowly with it, in and out, swirling against her walls, drawing out thick strands of her creamy arousal until it coated his lips and chin.

She clutched the sheets, back arching, a broken moan spilling from her throat.

Then he pulled back just enough to admire his work—her pussy gaping slightly, glistening, begging.

And that's when he gave her the lick she'd been craving.

His tongue flicked out, broad and obscene—one long, flat stroke that started at her tight little asshole.

He pressed hard there, feeling it clench against the wet heat of him, before dragging upward in a single, relentless motion. Through her soaked slit, splitting her folds again, gathering every creamy drop of her juices on the way—coating his tongue in her taste, her scent, her need—until he reached her swollen clit.

He savored it—groaned against her flesh like a starving man tasting heaven—her taste flooding his mouth, thick and tangy and so fucking hers.

"Phei~~" Sierra cried out, back arching sharply off the cushions, those perfect double-D tits bouncing wildly as her body tried to chase his mouth, desperate for more.

He didn't let her.

Instead, he pinned her hips down hard with one forearm across her lower belly, fingers splayed wide, holding her completely immobile while he started devouring her in earnest.

Broad, filthy licks—over and over—tongue dragging heavily through her swollen folds, parting them obscenely, lapping up every gush of fresh cream that leaked from her clenching hole.

He dipped lower, tongue circling her tight asshole once, teasing, before plunging back up—scooping deep into her entrance, fucking her with it in shallow thrusts that made wet, lewd sounds echo in the room, smearing her slick everywhere, painting her thighs, his chin, her clit in sloppy, glistening circles.

Then narrower, pointed flicks—rapid, merciless lashes directly on her swollen, throbbing clit that had her juicy thighs quaking violently against his iron grip, broken sobs spilling from her lips in a constant stream of "Phei—fuck—oh god—please—"

He sucked her clit into his mouth—hard, vacuum-tight suction—cheeks hollowing as he pulled on it relentlessly, tongue flicking the sensitive underside in quick, brutal flutters while she screamed, hips jerking uselessly against his hold, pussy gushing fresh waves of creamy arousal straight onto his tongue.

He drank her down like she was the only thing that could quench him—greedy, noisy slurps, lips smacking wetly against her soaked flesh, tongue spearing inside her again and again to scoop out more of that thick, sweet cream that poured from her in endless supply.

Her clit pulsed against his tongue—fat, hypersensitive, ruined—every hard suck making her whole body convulse, thighs trying to crush his head, toes curling as another orgasm built fast and vicious.

He didn't stop.

Never stopped.

Just ate her like a man possessed—tongue fucking her hole, lips sealed around her clit, sucking and licking and claiming every inch of that perfect, dripping, destroyed pussy until she was nothing but sobs and shudders and helpless, endless release.

Because she is mine now.

Every slick fold.

Every creamy drop.

Every broken moan.

All mine.

Two thick fingers plunged into her without warning—curling viciously upward to grind against her G-spot while his mouth stayed sealed over her clit, sucking in time with the brutal thrust of his fingers. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room: loud, squelching slaps as he finger-fucked her deep and fast, her pussy gushing around his hand, thick cream coating his knuckles and dripping down in heavy strands to soak the couch beneath her ass.

"That's it," he snarled against her cunt, lips shiny with her slick. "Flood my mouth again, my filthy queen. Let me drink every drop while you fall apart."

He added a third finger—stretching her wide, the delicious burn ripping a wail from her throat—pumping harder, curling and scissoring inside her while his tongue battered her clit without pause.

Sierra shattered.

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave—walls clamping down in violent, rhythmic spasms around his fingers, squeezing them like a vise as her pussy convulsed.

A fresh rush of hot cum squirted out around his hand in messy, forceful pulses, soaking his wrist, splattering his chin, drenching the cushions in her release.

Her swollen lips fluttered and pulsed visibly with every contraction, flushed a deep, angry crimson, slick inner folds clenching and releasing in desperate waves, her creamy juices pouring out in thick rivulets that ran down her ass crack and pooled beneath her.

"Phei~~"

She screamed his name—raw, broken, wrecked—body convulsing, back arching off the couch, those perfect double-D tits heaving wildly, nipples hard as diamonds.

Her thighs shook uncontrollably around his head, trying to close even as her hips rolled greedily for more, chasing every last spasm while her clit throbbed visibly under his tongue—fat, oversensitive, pulsing with each heartbeat.

He kept going—sucking her clit through every pulse, fingers milking her G-spot relentlessly until she was sobbing from overstimulation, tears streaking her cheeks, weakly pushing at his head even as her pussy clenched again and again, squirting smaller bursts of cream that coated his lips and chin in glossy proof of how thoroughly he'd destroyed her.

Only when she went limp—chest heaving, eyes unfocused, soft whimpers escaping with every breath, her ruined pussy still twitching and leaking in aftershocks—did he finally ease off.

He pulled his fingers free slowly, the wet, lewd sound echoing as her walls clung greedily, trying to keep him inside.

Her entrance gaped slightly, flushed and glistening, a final trickle of creamy cum dripping from the stretched hole.

He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with deliberate, filthy strokes of his tongue while she watched, wrecked and breathless.

Then he leaned in one last time, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to her throbbing, oversensitive clit—making her twitch and whine—

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