Ruby's hips bucked once, involuntarily, and I hummed around her, the vibration making her grip tighten in my hair.
"Mhmm! Mppphh!"
I bobbed my head slowly at first, taking more of her in with each downward motion. Her cock filled my mouth, stretching my jaw as I relaxed my throat, determined to swallow as much as I could.
Saliva built up quickly, dripping down her length and coating my fingers as I stroked what I couldn't yet reach. I swirled my tongue around the head on every upstroke, lapping at that slit to collect the fresh drops of precum that leaked out, savouring her cock's flavour.
"You are doing great... ahh... Sharon. Just like that, yeah..."
Ruby's breathing grew ragged, her free hand gripping the edge of the dining table for support. The chairs scraped slightly as she shifted her stance, spreading her legs wider to give me better access. I glanced up, meeting her gaze—her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust—and it spurred me on.
I picked up the pace, sucking harder, my head moving faster now, the wet sounds of my mouth on her echoing in the quiet room. My hand pumped in rhythm, twisting slightly at the base to add that extra friction.
But I wanted more, wanted to feel her against every part of me. I pulled back with a pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to her glistening cock, and shrugged off my shirt in one fluid motion.
My breasts spilled free, heavy and aching, nipples already peaked from the cool air and my own building arousal. I cupped them in my hands, pressing them together around her shaft as I leaned forward again.
Her cock nestled perfectly in the valley between my tits, the heat of her skin searing against mine.
"This... is your promised reward..." I whispered.
I started to move, sliding my breasts up and down her length, the slickness from my mouth making it glide smoothly.
Ruby moaned deeply, her head falling back for a moment before she looked down again, watching intently. "Fuck, yes," she whispered, voice rough. I squeezed my tits tighter, trapping her cock in that soft, warm embrace, and rocked my body to increase the pressure.
The head poked out at the top with each upward thrust, and I darted my tongue out to lick it, tasting myself on her.
The dual sensation had her panting now, hips thrusting shallowly into the channel I'd made. I matched her rhythm, my knees digging into the floor but the discomfort only heightened the thrill.
Precum smeared across my chest, mixing with the sweat beading on my skin, making everything slippery and obscene.
I alternated between the titjob and quick sucks—pulling back to envelop her head in my mouth while my breasts massaged the shaft, then releasing to focus on the friction of my flesh against hers.
Her balls tightened, drawing up as I reached down with one hand to cup them, rolling them gently in my palm.
They were heavy, full, and I massaged them while my other hand steadied my breasts. Ruby's grip in my hair turned firmer, guiding me now, not roughly but with purpose. "Don't stop," she growled, her voice laced with need. I didn't— I couldn't. The way her cock throbbed between my tits, the way it pulsed against my tongue, it was intoxicating.
I sped up, my movements more urgent, breasts bouncing with the effort. Saliva and precum dripped down, pooling on the floor between us.
Her shaft was rock-hard now, veins standing out prominently, and I could feel the telltale twitch that meant she was close. I wanted it—wanted her to cum all over me, mark me right there by the dining table.
So, I redoubled my efforts, sucking the head deep into my throat on one stroke while my tits clamped down hard on the rest.
Ruby's body tensed, her abs contracting under her shirt. "Shit, I'm—" She didn't finish, just thrust forward one last time, her cock erupting between my breasts. Hot spurts of cum shot out, the first hitting my chin and lips before I pulled back to aim the rest across my chest.
Thick ropes painted my skin, warm and sticky, dripping down the curves of my tits as she kept pulsing in my hand. I milked her through it, stroking firmly until she shuddered and went soft in my grip.
Panting, I looked up at her, licking the cum from my lips with a satisfied smile.
"Are... you happy?" I asked her.
"Very," she smirked at me.
Ruby's chest heaved, her eyes glazed but appreciative. She reached down, thumb brushing a stray drop from my cheek, and pulled me up for a messy kiss, tasting herself on my tongue. The dining table forgotten for the moment, we stood there entangled, the evidence of our passion cooling on my skin.
But we weren't done—not by a long shot. As her cock began to stir again against my thigh, I knew the night was just beginning.
Her lips once again crashed against mine in that heated kiss, her tongue sweeping into my mouth to chase the lingering taste of her own release.
Ruby's hands roamed down my back, gripping my ass firmly as she lifted me slightly off the floor. I wrapped my legs around her waist, feeling her cock, still hard and slick from my mouth, press against my thigh. She broke the kiss with a gasp, her eyes burning into mine. "You look so fucking good covered in my cum," she murmured, her voice husky and low. "But I need to be inside you now. Right here on this table."
Before I could respond, she spun us around and hoisted me up onto the edge of the dining table. The wood was smooth and cool against my bare back as she pushed me down, my legs dangling over the side. Plates and utensils rattled from the earlier meal, but neither of us cared.
Ruby's hands were everywhere—yanking my skirt up around my waist, tearing at my panties until they ripped with a sharp snap. The fabric fell away, leaving my pussy exposed, already wet and aching from the thrill of pleasuring her.