[Lucifer8797]

She came to him and knelt. Her fingers took his trunks and pulled them down. His cock came out.

Her face was inches from it. The head was thick, the shaft heavy, a wet shine at the slit. She remembered the pleasure this cock had put in her. She petted it with her fingers, fond, the way she would hold something precious.

She licked him like a cone. Her tongue started at the head and went down to the base. The next lick ran beside that wet line, on skin that was still dry, and the next beside that, until spit lay on him in strips.





His hands rested on her head.

She took the head into her mouth. Her lips closed behind the ridge. She moved only that head in and out, her tongue under it, the shaft still in the air.




His hands firmed and he began to guide her.

Her jaw eased. He held her head and fed more of the shaft in, and the head stayed inside her mouth. He moved her as she had been moving. Each time a little more of him passed her lips.





The movement smoothed. The fear that her mouth would tear eased, and he put more in. He stopped going deeper when the tip touched her throat.

Then he held her head in both hands and fucked her mouth. He drew back until her lips caught the ridge, the head filling her mouth, and drove in over her tongue. Spit welled at the corner of her mouth and ran down the shaft.





She took his thighs in her hands. Her lips stretched and shone around him. A wet sound came out of her with every drive. His fingers tightened in her hair. His balls drew up against her chin.




He groaned, pushed in, and came. Hot thick cum shot onto her tongue and filled her mouth. This time she could bear the taste. She held it.




They went to the bathroom together. She bent over the basin and spat what she could. He stepped into the shower.

Late afternoon he laid her on the sofa and put his mouth on her. He stayed there until she came. When she had her breath back, she reached for him.

“No. Not now.”

“Why.”

“This is a pity blowjob.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It should not be a return.”

“Then Tyson can stay in the cover itself.”

“We play for it.”

“What game.”

He downloaded a new wrestling game on the PS5. “This.”

“This is unfair. I am new to this.”

“I have never played it also. Practice in the night. Then it is a fair fight.”

“What then.”

“Winner gets the royal treatment. Till the next match.”

“If I lose, I will keep asking rematch.”

“One in the morning. One in the afternoon. No more.”

“Ok.” She shook his hand.

He made two characters, one for each of them, and set them as close to real as he could.

“I don’t have that big ass.”

“You exactly have that big ass. Thunderthighs.”

“Hate it. What is yours.”

“Ironrod.”

“That is worse.”

Tuesday, after breakfast, Kunal held out a matching set in spandex. Hers was two pieces, cut like a bikini. His was shorts.

“I thought we are playing on the console.”

“We can still dress for it.”

“Everything is a game for you.”

She took her pieces and went to her room. She came back in them. He was on the floor in only the shorts, and the game was on the TV.

She sat beside him, her shoulder against his.

“Let’s begin. Thunderthighs taking on Ironrod,” he said, loud.

She leaned toward the screen and hit the buttons with both thumbs. He played with one hand. On the first move she threw him down.

“I practiced till midnight.”


“Good. I want you sharp when you lose.”

“When you lose.”

He sat forward, caught her, and slammed her down. The round was his.

“One round,” she said. “There are three.”

“Practice. Stretch your jaws.”

“Not yet.”

Next round she watched his thumbs. He went for the same slam. She got free, threw him into the ropes, and put him on the mat. He went quiet, then he laughed.

“You watched my hands.”

“You did the same slam.”

“One each. Last round.”

They both leaned in. She pressed into his arm. He got her down and pinned her.

She put the controller down. Her mouth stayed turned down.

“Floor. Take Tyson out.”

She knelt in front of him and pulled his cock out of the shorts. She sucked him with her face down.



That afternoon, and both matches on Wednesday, he won on the last round. She could feel how close she was. She spat in the basin when it was over. Those evenings she asked Rohan to drop her soon. She told him dinner had to be cooked. He dropped her, and each night she raised the difficulty.