New Extreme

Scarlett’s legs shake against the mattress. She’s been on the move all day chasing whatever extreme thing Clarke wanted next, but now the only thing moving is his tongue between her ass cheeks. Slow. Wet. Deliberate. Her fingers knot the sheets. She breathes out hard when he pushes deeper. He keeps her face down, hips up, and she doesn’t fight it. His spit slicks the tight ring he keeps circling. Two fingers slip in next, knuckle-deep, then out again. He spits once more, lines up, and sinks his cock into her ass in one steady push. Scarlett groans into the pillow. Clarke starts slow, long strokes that bottom out and drag back, every inch slick with spit and lube. When he pulls out she turns, opens, takes him straight into her throat without a word. Deep. No hands. Clarke holds her head, gives a few quick thrusts, then slides back between her cheeks. He fucks her open again, slower now, until he cums inside her. Thick pulses. He doesn’t pull away. He stays buried while Scarlett breathes through the aftershocks. His load leaks around his shaft, warm and wet. Scarlett licks him clean when he finally slips out, tasting both of them. Clarke flips her onto her back and starts again, tongue back on her swollen clit, not done with her yet. 2022.