Sterling’s breath caught in his throat as Ginger lay back on the bed and slowly spread her thighs for him. The sight was filthy and beautiful: her long, glossy fluorescent pink nails gliding teasingly over her smooth, flushed pussy. The vivid neon pink created a striking, almost obscene contrast against her darker skin tone and the glistening wetness already coating her folds. She rubbed slow, deliberate circles over her swollen clit, letting the bright tips of her nails drag along her sensitive lips and occasionally dip just inside her entrance.
“Oh hello… What is that?” Sterling asked, his voice thick with lust.
“Mhm… Good thing they’re bright,” Ginger purred, watching his reaction with a wicked little smile.
“Otherwise they might get lost in there,” he murmured, unable to look away.
“Easily… slip tight in,” she whispered, pushing two pink-tipped fingers between her slick folds.
“Is it slippery?”
“Surprisingly, yes.”
“Nothing to… kinda… hold on to?” Sterling asked, his cock straining painfully against his pants.
“No… no resistance,” she breathed, her hips rolling gently.
Sterling licked his lips. “Well, seems like all that excess dampness should be sucked off.”
“Yeah… not good to leave it there to waste,” Ginger agreed, her voice already growing needy.
“Perhaps you can hold on to this firm structure as I work on your leak,” he said, taking her free hand and guiding it to his thick, rock-hard cock.
Ginger wrapped her fingers around him, the bright pink nails looking deliciously obscene as she stroked his length. “I do have a little sucker yoke but it doesn’t tend to pick up the moisture. That would be very helpful… yes, thank you.”
Sterling dropped to his knees between her spread legs. He flicked his tongue over her swollen clit, tasting her. Ginger gasped sharply. “Oh!”
“Oh dear, there seems to be more of this now,” he growled, sucking one of her labia between his lips, then the other.
“Now that will just induce further moisture,” she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair.
“We’ll need to get to the source of the problem.” His tongue slid deep between her slick lips, pushing inside her warmth.
“Ohhh myyyyy!” Ginger cried out, her back arching.
Sterling took his time, drawing his tongue slowly upward from her dripping entrance all the way up her clit shaft before flicking the sensitive head. “Hmmmm, something seems to be going on here as well.”
He reached up with both hands, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. His fingers focused especially on her left one, tugging gently on the piercing, rolling the sensitive bud until Ginger whimpered. At the same time, he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked firmly.
“What if I put this in my mouth… maybe that will help stop the leak there, ya know…” Ginger managed to gasp before leaning forward and taking his cock into her warm, wet mouth, sucking hungrily while her pink nails stroked the base.
Sterling groaned against her pussy but pulled back just enough to speak. “Yes ma’am, but I’m afraid plumbing it now will just expose the source further and cause even worse spillage. I think we need to drain the accumulation first.”
He pushed two thick fingers inside her, curling them against her front wall, then added a third. His mouth returned to her clit, licking and sucking with devious precision. Every time Ginger’s breathing grew ragged and her thighs started to tremble, Sterling slowed down, pulling his fingers almost all the way out and softening his tongue to light, teasing licks.
“Sterling…” she whined in frustration.
“Not yet,” he admonished playfully, his voice muffled against her soaked flesh. “We have to be thorough with this inspection.” He tugged harder on her pierced left nipple, sending sparks of pleasure-pain straight to her core, then slid a fourth finger inside her, stretching her open while his thumb stroked her clit in firm circles.
He built her up again, sucking and massaging her G-spot with relentless skill until she was right on the edge once more. Then he slowed again, keeping her hovering there, desperate and dripping.
“You are driving me mad…” Ginger gasped, her hips bucking. “I need… want… crave that…”
Sterling kept edging her mercilessly—fingering her deep, milking her inner walls, licking and sucking her clit while his free hand continued playing with her breasts, especially twisting and tugging that pierced left nipple. He could feel her getting closer and closer each time, her pussy clenching greedily around his fingers, only to ease off at the last second.
Ginger was shaking, her voice breaking. “Sterling! You need to stop… I can’t… alleviate the problem here.”
But he didn’t stop. He pushed her even further, drawing out her torment until she was a dripping, whimpering mess. Finally, when he knew she couldn’t take any more teasing, he drove his fingers deep, sucked hard on her clit, and tugged sharply on her pierced nipple.
Ginger came with a loud, broken cry, flooding his mouth and hand with her release. Her whole body convulsed as wave after wave crashed through her.
When the powerful orgasm finally began to fade and she lay there panting, looking up at him with dark, lust-d*unk eyes, she whispered breathlessly:
“You know… once we get the liquid evacuated, we’d need to apply the sealant as well." |
