Jill

An eBook By Jay Hughes.

I let her push me back onto the bed

"How does this work?" she asked. Then she straddled me and sucked the tongue out of my face.

I wasn't sure what she had in mind but I gave in.

"I need an orgasm," she cooed.

"So do I."

Jill's pussy is wetter and deeper than your standard human cunt and she has incredible staying power. With her, it's not wise to give up before she gets off. Beyond that, orgasms are achieved in the conventional way.

Except with Jill, they're monsters. When she gets off, she quivers. And shakes. And moans in that language. Then she bounces me around. I was about to be bounced off the ceiling ... she was going to reach climax sooner than usual this time.

She buried her boobs in my face and let me suck her black nipples ... suck, lick, suck ... I almost swallowed her tits.

And she rode me.

Until she came.

She pulled me to her, squeezed me hard enough to take my breath away and shoved me back onto the bed ... then she bounced me up and down, moaning "ka-vooooooe-na toooooookumka ka-voooooooo ... he-yannaaaaaa."

Something like that.

In Standard Eight, I think it means, "damn, I just lost my cookies and holy fuck, it felt great!"

I tried to breathe.

"I can't."

"Again!"

"I have to go oral," I muttered

"Do it again! Now!"

So, I eased her backward, slid her legs out in front of her, spread them apart and knelt in front of her. I started at her ankles, licking my way up, kissing and nibbling. Order me around, you green slut, and you'll pay for it.

Like hell.

By the time I was at her knees, her hands were on my head, pulling me in toward her wet pussy. I shoved my nose into her coal-black bush and kissed her all over.

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