Returning to his room, he sank into bed, the cool sheets clinging to his skin as droplets traced paths from his damp hair.
Effie, ever the insatiable vixen, stirred beside him, her eyes filled with desire as she whispered her cravings.
"Fuck me... Fuck me hard,"
He smiled softly and kissed her gently, his lips meeting hers .
"You're really beautiful," he whispered softly. "I can't get enough of you,"
She bit her lip, a sign of her growing arousal, and straddled him, the blanket falling away to reveal her naked body.
"I want to feel your hands on me."
Effie took his right hand and guided it to her breasts, arching her back slightly to press them more firmly into his fingers.
"Do you like my tits? Are they big enough for you?"
She lowered her gaze, a playful smile curving her lips as her lashes fluttered.
"They're perfect," He squeezed gently, his hand molding to her shape, and she let out a soft moan of pleasure.
But as his hands moved over her, his mind betrayed him—drifting to the Russian girl from the gym. She has bigger and fuller tits.
While the memory of the girl's breasts played, his grip on Effie tightened, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"Ow, that hurts," she gasped, trying to pull away slightly.
Terrence's eyes snapped back into focus.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you okay?"
She forced a smile, not wanting to ruin the moment, and kissed him.
"It's okay," she whispered against his mouth. "I'm fine. Let's just keep going."
Slowly, kisses trailed down his neck.
She continued her path, kissing his chest, then his stomach, her touch light and tantalizing.
Each breath came faster as she slid lower down his body.
Finally, she took his cock in her hand, stroking it while her tongue flicked out, licking his balls.
Her saliva coated his base, creating a slick, smooth surface for her to work with.
She could feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of him as she moved her mouth up and down.
Terrence let out a low, guttural moan, his head falling back onto the pillow as he gave in to the sensations.
"Fuck, Aunt Effie,"
"Keep going. Suck me harder. I fucking love feeling your mouth on me. "
His words made her hornier.
"Yeah, just like that. You're a fucking pro at this."
It sounded a bit off, but that was honestly how he felt—she was really good at blow jobs.
"Fuck.. I'm close..." he growled, using his grip on her hair to guide her movements, encouraging her to take him deeper into her throat.
"Faster! Faster!"
"Hmm...ugh...ahh" She started to make choking sounds, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe.
Using both hands, he held her head in place, as began thrusting his cock deeper into her throat.
"Keep going, Aunt Effie," he panted, "You feel so fucking good. I can't stop."
He was close, so fucking close, and he wasn't about to stop now.
"I'm gonna come so hard down your throat," he warned, "Get ready, baby. Here it comes."
Terrence's hips moved faster, his body tensing as he reached the point of no return.
"I'm coming!!!."
His semen exploded, pulsing out of him in thick, hot streams, filling her mouth and throat completely.
Effie's eyes widened in surprise.
There was too much, too fast, and she choked, her throat working desperately to keep up.
It coated her throat, thick and heavy, and she started to gag, her body shaking as she struggled to breathe.
Terrence, panting and spent, finally released his grip.
His chest heaving as he looked down at her with a satisfied smirk.
"Fuck, that was intense,"
Now that he had found his release, Terrence was eager to return the favor.
Meeting her gaze, he smiled—wicked and knowing—reading the anticipation in her eyes.
He traced patterns on her inner thighs with his fingertips, causing her to squirm and gasp.
Only then did he use his tongue, but not in the usual way. He explored her pussy with slow, licks, tasting every inch of her, making her cry out in pleasure.
He could feel her body tensing, her breaths coming in short gasps, and knew she was close.
"Terrence, yes, yes, yes!" she chanted, craving for more.