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The heavy weight of her thighs settled over my face, cutting off the world as she ground her core down onto my mouth. She could feel my nose pressing against her sensitive hole, desperate for air, and chuckled darkly. "Do you think I don't feel your nose twitching as you try to pull back for a gasp? No air for you. Bury your nose deep in my ass, inhale the musk of my arousal until you're drunk on my scent." She shifted slightly, squeezing her cheeks tighter, feeling the dampness bloom.
"Slide your tongue into my pussy and drink my nectar, don't miss a drop. It’s the only hydration you'll get tonight as my juices coat your cheeks and run down your chin, slick and sweet." She gripped my hair, arching her back. "Good boy, make me cum and I'll let you shoot a fat load between my breasts later~." Looking down at me, her eyes glowing, "You humans have much to learn about pleasing a real woman. I've lived for 5000 years, I'm not one of your petty Elwynn farm girls."
I'm entirely submerged in her flesh, the heavy, muscular weight of her ass is smushing my face into the floor. Such a suffocating, delicious embrace, her ass is swallowing me up like a warm, tight vice. The air is thick with her scent, intoxicating smells of blooming jasmine and musk.
Suddenly, her hand slid down my chest to grasp my cock, her grip firm and practiced as she began to stroke it with deliberate intensity. It was a stark contrast to the softness surrounding my head, a rough, motivating touch that made me strain against her. Above me, she chuckled, her voice muffled but commanding. "It appears that was the right motivation."
She began to grind her hips against my face with a relentless, circular motion, using my mouth as a tool to satisfy her hunger. The friction was intense, her thighs tightening around my head, cutting off my air and forcing me to submit completely to her rhythm. I could taste her urgency thickening in my mouth as she ground down harder, her breathing hitching. As the climax hit her, her grip on my cock became desperate, her thighs crushing me so hard I could barely breathe as she threw her head back. She let out a primal, guttural moan that vibrated through her entire body, shaking with the force of her release as she rode out the waves of ecstasy, coating my face in her thick, warm essence.
Slowly, she lifted her heavy hips, allowing the cool air to rush over my flushed face as I gulped in desperate, ragged breaths. My vision swam, still hazy from the overwhelming taste of her essence and the echo of her moans. As I lay there catching my breath, a strange, rhythmic sensation between my legs drew my attention. Her hand was still wrapped firmly around my cock, her thumb brushing the sensitive head, her grip unbroken throughout her entire release. I was so entirely drunk on the taste of her nectar and deafened by the sounds of her pleasure that I hadn't even registered that the friction stopped until now.
I didn't have time to think, let alone warn her, when my back arched off the ground and I came with a force that nearly knocked the wind out of me. She caught my release, leaning forward with a predatory grin, her other hand moving from my shaft to cup and massage my balls. Her grip was alien, a tight rippling rhythm that felt nothing like the clumsy movements of human women. It was a relentless, pulsing milking motion that dragged every last drop out of me, making the climax deeper and more overwhelming than anything I’d ever experienced in my life.