Lena’s eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she rose, her slick fingers trailing from his mouth down to his still-trembling thigh. "Now it’s my turn to taste you properly," she murmured, her voice dripping with dark promise. She guided him onto his stomach once more, her nails digging lightly into the flesh of his ass as she spread him wide. The air felt cool against his wet, stretched hole, still leaking the stranger’s cum, but then her tongue was there—hot and rough—lapping slowly from his taint up to his twitching entrance. Alex shuddered, a broken moan escaping him as she circled his sensitive rim, her saliva mixing with the lingering spend inside him. "You taste like sin, you filthy fuckpig," she growled against his skin before plunging her tongue deep inside, fucking his hole with wet, rhythmic thrusts that made his toes curl against the carpet.

"Please, Lena—I need your pussy, let me taste you again," he begged, his voice hoarse and desperate, turning his head to watch her work him over. She paused, lifting her mouth from his ass just enough to smirk, her chin glistening with his sweat and the remnants of the other man’s release. "Beg properly," she commanded, her fingers tracing his trembling cleft. "Tell me what you want to drink from me." Gasping, he choked out the words: "Your juice—I need your pussy juice, let me suck it from your cunt, please, I’m so thirsty for it." A dark laugh escaped her as she shifted, straddling his face without another word, lowering her slick, swollen cunt onto his waiting mouth.

He groaned in relief as her musky sweetness flooded his senses, his tongue diving greedily between her folds, lapping at the thick arousal already coating her lips. She ground herself against his face, her thighs squeezing his head as she rode his mouth with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips. "That’s it, drink me, you desperate slut," she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair to hold him firmly in place. Alex suckled at her clit, swallowing every drop she gave him, his own cock hardening again against the floor as he worshiped her with a devotion that felt more like salvation than shame.

Her cunt ground harder against his mouth as his confession seemed to ignite something darker in her, her slick folds smothering his nostrils until he was breathing only her, tasting only her, his world reduced to the musky, primal scent of her arousal. He felt her thighs clamp like a vise around his head, the pressure a sweet, suffocating punishment as his tongue delved deeper, searching for the very source of her juices. Each lap of his tongue against her swollen clit drew a sharp, guttural moan from her throat, and he could feel the way her entire body tightened, the way her cunt clenched rhythmically around nothing, a precursor to the torrent he was desperate to drink. "That's it, you thirsty little bitch," she snarled, her fingers twisting painfully in his hair, "swallow every drop I give you, it's all you're good for."

His own cock, trapped and painfully hard beneath him, twitched and leaked a fresh smear of precum onto the expensive carpet, the ignored ache only feeding his submission. He worshipped her with a frantic, sloppy devotion, his jaw aching but his will utterly broken, his only purpose to make her come, to be the receptacle for her pleasure. When her climax finally tore through her, it was a violent, shuddering release, a hot flood of her essence gushing over his tongue and chin, so much that it dripped down his neck. She ground her cunt against his face, milking the last spasms against his mouth as she cried out, her body bowing above him. He drank it all, gulping down the salty-sweet fluid, his throat working convulsively until she finally, slowly, lifted her weight from him, leaving him gasping and glistening on the floor.

She rose, looming over him, her own satisfaction a palpable heat in the room. Her fingers, still slick from his mouth, traced a path down his chest to his rigid, neglected cock. "Such a good, filthy mouth," she purred, her touch ghosting over his throbbing head, smearing his own precum around the sensitive tip. "But this desperate little dick has been so patient, hasn't it? Twitching and leaking like a broken toy while you served me." Her hand closed around him, not to stroke, but to squeeze, her grip firm enough to make him whimper. "I think it's time we combined your lessons. You're going to worship my ass with that talented tongue while I milk this pathetic cock of every last drop of shame you have left in you."

Her fingers tightened around his shaft, her thumb pressing into the sensitive spot just beneath the head as she guided him toward her waiting ass. "Now, worship me," she commanded, her voice dropping to a husky growl as she positioned herself above his face, her ass hovering just inches from his mouth. The musky scent of her arousal mixed with the faint, clean sweat of her skin filled his nostrils, and he could see the delicate pink pucker of her asshole, already glistening with a thin sheen of moisture. "Lick me clean, you filthy pig," she ordered, lowering herself until her ass was pressed against his lips, the warm, firm flesh smothering his mouth as his tongue darted out instinctively, tracing the tight ring of muscle before plunging deep into her.

He groaned against her, his tongue working in frantic, wet circles around her asshole, lapping at the faint saltiness of her skin as she ground herself against his face. Her hand never stopped stroking his cock, her grip firm and rhythmic, twisting slightly on each upstroke to milk another bead of precum from his slit. "That's it, eat my ass like the desperate slut you are," she moaned, her hips rocking gently against his mouth as he buried his face deeper, his nose pressed against her wet cunt, breathing in the heady, primal scent of her. His tongue probed deeper, fucking her tight hole with shallow, insistent thrusts that made her shudder above him, her thighs trembling against his ears. "Fuck, yes—get it nice and wet for me, you hungry little bitch," she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as she held him firmly in place, his world reduced to the taste and feel of her ass on his tongue.

He could feel her other hand working his cock faster now, her strokes becoming more urgent, her thumb smearing his precum around the swollen head with each pass. The dual sensations were overwhelming—the rough, demanding pleasure of her hand on his dick and the humiliating, intoxicating act of worshipping her ass with his mouth. His hips bucked uncontrollably, driving his cock deeper into her fist as he moaned against her skin, his tongue never stopping its frantic exploration of her tight, musky hole. "You like that, don't you?" she taunted, her voice breathless with her own arousal. "You love having your face buried in my ass while I jerk your pathetic little dick. Tell me how much you love it, you fucking pig."

"I love it," he choked out, his words muffled by her flesh, saliva dripping from his lips onto the carpet below. "I love your ass—I love tasting you, I love being your slut." His confession seemed to spur her on, her hand moving faster on his cock, her grip tightening until he was gasping, his orgasm building like a tidal wave in his gut. "You're going to come all over yourself while you eat my ass," she snarled, her voice dripping with cruel pleasure. "I want to feel you shudder and scream while your tongue is buried in my hole." He could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside him, his balls drawing up, his cock throbbing painfully in her hand as she worked him toward the edge with ruthless precision.

"Now, you filthy fuckpig," she commanded, her voice sharp and final. "Come for me." His orgasm ripped through him with a broken, guttural cry, his cum shooting in thick, hot ropes across his stomach and chest, some splattering onto her wrist as she milked him through every last pulse. His body convulsed beneath her, his hips bucking wildly as he continued to worship her ass with his tongue, his moans muffled by her skin as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. She didn't stop until he was spent and trembling, oversensitive and whimpering, his cock still twitching weakly in her grasp. Slowly, she lifted herself from his face, her ass glistening with his saliva, and looked down at him with dark, satisfied eyes. "Good boy," she purred, wiping her cum-slicked fingers across his lips. "Now clean up." He sucked her taste from her fingers without hesitation, his body utterly spent but his soul humming with the deepest submission he had ever known.

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