"And if I lose you

I'm afraid I would lose who

Who I gave my love to

That's the reason I stay around

Even though I fell way"

~Heart Attack (Trey Songz)

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Ken tasted like mint as he allowed his tongue to venture off passed her lips. The most satisfactory moan left her too as if it was the greatest and most long awaited kiss she ever had. All sensations went to her very core, a strong warmth emitting from her, but as if it wasn’t warm enough, Ken stepped closer between her thighs.

“K—Ken.” She moaned out when his lips trailed her chin to her jawline, her eyes closed as she allowed him to pull her hair back.

“Wait until I reach your pussy.” He told her licking over her sweetest spot and nibbled unto it with an eagerness that had Bernice’s back arch. She could feel his free hand glide down her thighs and bring up her red nighty to expose her.

Aiding him in lifting her nightdress, she rose her ass to have it gathered over her hip and around her waist.

“Bernice Bobbette White!” Giovanni exclaimed not wanting his to go any further. The man’s fist balled and slammed merciless against the kitchen window. The sound of shattering glass didn’t waver Ken one bit and even though it startled the woman receiving the greatest foreplay thus far in her life, she couldn’t stop Ken when slipped down the straps of her thin nighty and kissed his way down her smooth chest.

Bernice’s eyes met with her husband’s and she couldn’t help but feel guilt when she saw the tears well in his eyes. But in that moment, Ken’s tongue licked over her large, pierced nipple having her whole body shiver with an erotic cry, “f—fuck, Ken!”

“Fuck, you’re sweet.” He cursed and practically began to swallow her breast as he harshly groped the other and tweaked her bud, “I’m so fucking hard. Look at me, Miss White.”

“Oh, God.” She winced when he bit her sensitive nipple and looked down at him. She watched as his tongue licked slow and firm over her bud and the way it flicked in tune with the jerk she felt through her spine almost had her lose the eye contact, her breathing increased as his tongue when on a rampage flickering and tasting her excited and leaking nipple.

Taking the whole thing in his mouth he sucked hard, commanding her to hold their gaze as he did. Bernice’s mouth fell open as her eyes watered friend the slight pain and harshness she was being dealt with.

Ken switched his oral attention to her left nipple and repeated the process and at this point Bernice’s clit was under pressure and complete need for the same attention. She could feel it pulsing against the material of her thong.

“Nie—cy, baby! Please!” they heard Gio’s pleading voice. The crack in it couldn’t be missed and just as Bernice made to tear her gaze from Ken, the young man gripped her throat and sucked her bud hard that he tugged her breasts as he rose his head. That felt too good for Bernice not to throw her head back, but even so, Ken pulled her back to him and demanded her tongue out for display.

Breathing a mess, she obliged earning her tongue being taken in by his mouth and the taste of her own sweet breast milk saturated her tastebuds. The woman’s eyes closed, but opened when Ken abruptly pulled away, suddenly doing nothing.

“Wh—why s—stop?”

She watched as Ken’s tongue darted out for his lips before saying, “lay down and try not to be too loud.”

Submissive as ever, Bernice nodded mutely and laid on her back. Still in anticipation, her chest heaved as she felt Ken’s slender fingers tease along the lines of her inner thighs. Soon his lips met the tingling areas, smoothly kissing his way down. From gentle pecks they grew to open mouthed kisses that slobbered against her skin. Seconds later, she felt her thong shifted to the side and a new cold air contrasted with her heat.

First, his tongue dipped between her folds then slowly flicked up and over her erected clit. It was so big and swollen, Ken could help but to clamp his lips right over it and lightly sucked. He took his time tasting her, licking her and sucking her clit as his hands massaged her inner thighs and pushed them wider and to her belly.

“Do you taste yourself often, Miss White?” he suddenly asked licking up her shaven regions and rapidly move his tongue over her clit.

Tongue-tied, Niecy fumbled over her words until she settled with herself releasing a sound resembling no. And in that moment, Ken inserted a finger into her dripping core then brought it to Bernice’s mouth and did the same. His finger hooked passed her lips and slowly pumped as if he was fingering her. And when he felt as if she sucked herself off clean, he sucked her clit harshly then plunged his fingers into her again.

“You should. Sweetest pussy to ever grace my lips,” he told her and watched as the pregnant woman dash her hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming out. Her back arched off high the counter and her free hand suddenly gripped into his long hair as she pushed his head further between her legs and licked furiously at her sensitivity.

“Oh, God. Ken. Mi ago cum!”

That only encouraged him to lick harder and faster and his fingers curled on rhythm inside her, the ridge of her G-spot as well as how wildly she began the thrash told him he was doing a magnificent job. Her walls pulse tight and fast over his digits and before Ken knew it Bernice was screaming out with her fingers digging into hair scalp and hers.

“FUUUCCCKKK!” her orgasm ripped her mind, body and soul in two as her thighs came shut with her insides.

Ken’s tongue still licked her with vigour and his fingers curled with a determination. He didn’t stop it for as long as Bernice spasm before him with an arm wrapped around the woman’s heavy thigh.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! YES, P—PLEASE! Oh, God! Shit!” her whole body shook until suddenly she released the man between her legs and shouted for him to move.

Ken removed himself and just in time too to see Bernice squirt hard and far to a distance he had never seen before. When she finally finished he went right back between her knees and latched until her swollen clit again before she could have time to recover.

Groaning out, Bernice pushed her quaking body to sit up as she could and that’s when Ken finally came up and plunged his tongue into the woman’s mouth, still with his fingers deep inside her and thrusting.

“K—Ken.” She forced out in the kiss.

“Come on squirt one more time for me. I know you can. Soak my hand.” He commanded bucking his fingers against her G-spot again, but harder than the last. On slipping it out, he rapidly rubbed his fingers over her oversensitive clit and moved his mouth over her sweet nipple and sucked again.

As if queued, Bernice released a smaller shower all over Ken’s hand and clothes as she held unto him for dear life.

As soon as she finished, he finally left her centre alone then brought his mouth back to hers, gently suckling on her ajar and panting lips.

“Did Gio ever do that?” he whispered against her lips.

Still panting heavy, Bernice shook her head then finally allowed herself to look to the broken window, “wait, weh him gone?”

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Giovanni couldn’t believe what his wife just did. He couldn’t, nor could he stand there and simply wait for her to be finished.

He always thought he sexually satisfied her, but seeing her going on like that proved him wrong, even when he marched off he could hear her screams of pleasure and from a woman’s mouth at that. Well, at least he thought it was a woman.

The image in his head couldn’t be wiped out as he drove full speed along the road. The grown man’s eyes blurred heavy with tears as he felt his aching heart pound away at his chest as his pulse did throughout his whole body. His wife looked so at bliss beneath the mouth of another and if he wasn’t blind—maybe it was morphed vision—he could’ve sworn he saw a humongous bulge at the crotch of the person pleasuring his wife. If that was the case, it was a man eating his wife out, right? But he was sure the person had a pair of breasts.

That would be up for thought some other time. His wife allowed another human being to pleasure her on their counter, in their kitchen in his presence. There was no pity, no remorse reflective in his wife’s face, not even when she saw him with tears, heard his voice crackle in desperation for her to stop.

His car screeched to a stop across the street of his hotel and he slammed the door with all his frustration when he got out. His fingers buried deep in his scalp as he pulled at his dark strands, feeling completely broken.

“L'ho persa.” Was all he could say to himself as the tears fell, “I lost her… Mia amore… I am so sorry. I—…” his words went dead on his lips as he heard a heavy rev from up the road.

He already knew what it was. It was the nightly car racing. And even as the revving broke the street corner and the lights warned him as if it was the angel of death, he didn’t move. He only stood. He prayed the driver was drunk or wasn’t too intent on the road as he pressed gas and bolted down the open path.

“Mi dispiace, mia adorabile donna.” He allowed his last words then closed his eyes.

Gio stood and he waited for the hit. Not even a scream left him, but there was one thing the whole street heard.

A loud horn and a screeching crash.

But for Giovanni there was nothing but black in his eyes and red flowing from his skull.

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