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Choso would love to live out the rest of his days between your legs. Under you or behind you, he wants to eat it just about constantly.
When he starts there’s little that will snap him out of his trance. Once the taste of your juices land on his tongue he needs more. He wants to wring you out for all your body can give him. If you haven’t cum at least five times in his mouth there’s no way he can move onto the main thing.
Overstimulation is a state you’re very familiar with when it comes to him eating you out. There’s come a point where Choso is no longer doing it for you. Your pleasure is completely disregarded as he dives in for his own enjoyment. Not that you’re complaining, it feels good —of course it does— and seeing him feel good also adds to your pleasure.
As much as you do love the way your boyfriend can devour you, it definitely becomes too much too quickly. You believe you’ve came three times now. Your pussy lips puffy where they’re being spread by his thick fingers. Your swollen clit neglected as he opts for pushing his tongue in your hole, your walls fluttering around the slimy wet muscle. His tongue is eager to slurp up everything flowing out of you with vulgar sounds. You had long tuned out the shlick and slurp of his messy eating.
It was too much, you decided. Too much of his tongue’s prodding and too much of his hands trying to spread your legs apart further. The hand you have atop of his head now being used to push him away, the heel of your palm pressing into his forehead. You now know he feels it. That he notices your attempts at pushing his mouth off by how his eyes flicker up, heavy lidded chocolate irises landing on you before he closes them completely. This asshole.
As best as you can you try to speak through labored breaths, “Cho- baby, that’s enough,”
“B-Be a good boy, hm? Fuck- come up for me.” The only response he graced you with was a nonverbal one. His heavy arms wrapping around your waist to pull you down again. This was not good boy behavior. What happened to your well behaved boyfriend?!
“Choso.—“ You barely get his name out. You swear he’s trying to actually eat you with the way he tries to take your whole cunt in his mouth. Hungry and animalistically groaning into you. The vibration is pleasant, you’ll begrudgingly admit. Whining at him, you alternate between pushing at his head and trying to crawl away. Your other hand grabs at the bedsheets below you to get more leverage.
When his palm gently lands on your lower abdomen and his tongue returns to swirling around your clit you know you’re done for again.
Choso is more than eager to help you through your orgasm.
The pressure growing and ultimately becoming unbearable, waves of pleasure began ripping through your body. More intense than before. With your back arching and your mouth left agape, you no longer sought to hold onto the sheets beneath your convulsing body. Instead both of your hands landed on Choso’s head. Your fingers curl around the base of both his ponytails. Through your haze you’re yanking at them, dragging his mouth to stay on your clit, allowing your thighs to clamp around his head instinctively, all whilst you grind into his tongue.
The need to push Choso away is forgotten.
The suction from your boyfriend’s mouth leaves your legs quivering against his cheeks. Seeing you so lost in your own pleasure is enough for Choso. After all, he’s so disgustingly easy when it comes to you. The sight that is you and the feeling of suffocation leaves him rutting into the bed. The friction almost painful on the head of his cock. Fully hard. Still in his jeans.
You’re left mumbling his name repeatedly. A prayer upon your lips, you know he enjoys it by the whiny hums muffled at your pussy.
Left in bliss, you go limp. Your hips slowly stop their erratic thrusts upwards, your legs left around Choso’s shoulders. You vaguely feel his warm hands rubbing up and down your thighs. The more you blink the more you regain your eyesight and then all your other senses.
Now that you have some sort of grip on yourself you can feel the aftermath of your intense orgasm. Body still shaking, your clit overstimulated, Choso’s mouth still on you—
“Choso!” You snap, lazily trying to lift your head. “Mmmh, baby,” you can barely understand him.
When you look down you can see him still happily between your legs. Now pressing gentle kisses to your soaked folds. Clearly trying to make up for the overstimulation he knows he’s caused. His lips moving against your bottom ones, lazy and soft. You don’t want to find the sight of him making out with your pussy a fond one but that’s difficult when he looks like a kicked puppy.
Raising a leg you kick at his shoulder, finally putting a stop to his spoiling. “That's enough. How many times must I say it?”,..“Okay, okay… so.. can you fuck me now?”
Seriously? Insatiable puppy.