AVATAR TWOW: Torn between the 2

Chapter vi| Tsaheylu...

My hole heaves with need. I see stars as my eyes roll back—his hips quickening and thrusting my mouth numb. Saliva drips down my chin and my eyes turn glossy.

"'teyam," he grunts.

He lets go of my head and I pull away from his salivated dick; strings of saliva trickling. Wet noises rub against my palm as I stroke his slimy dick once more, fluttering kisses here and there. His knob is hot and pulsing under my hand.

"Let me ride you," I hoarse, peering up at him.

He caresses my chin and pulls me up for a kiss. His hands grip my ass and he pulls each cheek apart, in which I feel all air breeze my hole.

"Ride me," he muffles in our kiss. "I'll prep you."

I pull from the kiss with a shake of my head. "I want you raw. I want you to tear me tight," I say, straddling his hips.

"Don't say stuff like that. You'll make me go crazy," he croons, lining his dick with my hole.

I smirk and gradually take him in, second by second my butt feels like it's being torn apart. My organs feel like they are being ripped open as the thick of his dick widens my hole. I bite my lip hard and close my eyes as it deems incredibly painful.

"You're so good, 'teyam. You're doing good, so beautiful," Ao'nung pants, arching his back a bit. "Damn, you're so tight."

My abdomen burns just the same as my hole. The pain is almost tormenting. I am convinced Ao'nung's dick is never-ending as it feels like forever until I finally have all of him inside me. My shoulders rise with every breathless pant as my sizzling body pours with sweat. I am sticky. My stomach swells with the line of his dick.

I lean onward, my braids dangling as I gape into his eyes while I bounce. I roll my hips with my every thrust—wincing as the burn of my ass overpowers, but it soon withers into pleasure. My hole clenches taut as I fasten my bobs.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" I chant in English, over and over again, hurling my head back; my shoulders jerking as my back arches and toes curl. "'nung..."

He grasps my ass hard; separating my cheeks so I feel him better, pounding at my prostate.

My eyes go white as a warm craze fills me; spreading like wildfire. My stomach hiccups: retracts and contracts and my groin feels funny—hot and tickling. I lean back and grip his quads for support as my hops fade tired. I cock my head, my body writhing from pleasure—and I almost want to curl from how good it feels. My mouth gapes open.

"Just like that, dear," Ao'nung breathlessly moans, both hands cupping my waist. His hold is perfect; taut and wrapping me whole. Not an inch of skin is left for the air breeze.

"I fucking love you..." I whisper in English, having lost my mind, and perhaps it sounds like gibberish to his ears.

I open my lidded lids and peer at him with my lustrous eyes. I gawk at the scrunch of his face, erotic moans heaving from his lips. My balls feel tender and my dick feels the need to splatter upon such sight.

I slip off his dick and go back to stroking it. He looks at me with a frown.

"Why'd you stop?" he asks, voice husking with bummer.

I chuckle, but my voice comes out hoarse and broken in bits. My throat feels sore.

"I want to fuck you," I croon.

His eyes go wide and he immediately sits up, his small ears perked.

"You what?"

I shove my head into his dick and suck on it, my ears pinned as I savor his taste. "You taste so good. I wanna fuck you."

"Are you sure, 'teyam?"

I grin, "Why wouldn't I?"

He turns timid and ponders. I cup his chin and nip the flesh of his neck as I continue to grin. "Are you scared, Ao'?" I banter.

He shakes his head and peers at me with those eyes I love; feigning to be innocent. His stare is evocative and bawdy. "I just never thought about bottoming," he says.

I cackle and shake my head. "All fours," I behest.

He hastily turns and gets on his knees and hands. I bite my lip with hunger and whack my knob on his cheeks for a few bits, smirking as he wiggles his ass with wait.

I shove myself inside, cursing at the tightness that engulfs my mini-me. As I thrust into him, my stomach flexes and my jaw tightens. The urge of releasing resurfaces in my groin. He feels so good. It's an eye-rolling sensation.

I fist his hair hard which I'm sure will leave him with a headache later. I speed up my pace, shunning the twinge at my knee from a pebble beneath. He arches his back and moans loudly each time I pound his spot.

"Faster, faster—" he pleads.

I gaze with enamor at the recoil of his ass every time my dick slams into him. He's enthralling—so beautifully made for me.

I feel him through our Tsaheylu. He's going frenetic like I am—his mind far with pleasure as our need to burst dwells closer. Our high is on the brink and our Tsaheylu can only hold on for so long. Our queues are throbbing.

"Yes, yes, yes—right there..." he pants, rocking back and forth with my hard jabs.

He lets out a loud moan; yells my name and releases. I release inside him like a waterfall. I slip out and look with pride as his hole gushes with my river of white. I pat his butt and I see that he's shaking.

"You did excellent, babe," I tell him.

He moans and rolls over, his dick sticky with dripping cum that I want to lick and clean dry with my tongue. I kiss his groin and then kiss his puckered lips. Our kiss is deep and heartfelt.

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