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Beagarza jerks off and cums online, which she has never done before. We saw her cum a long time ago and only once.

Her fingers, tipped with nails the color of a blood orange, traced the line of my jaw before drifting down to the tie of my own robe. The silk whispered open, and her lips found my skin – a trail of fire from my collarbone, down to my chest. When her mouth closed over my nipple, I swear I saw stars behind my eyelids.

She was a woman on a mission, her mouth blazing a path south, worshipping every inch of my torso with a hunger that left me breathless. And then… the softest, most fleeting touch of her lips against the head of my cock. A ghost of a kiss that made my entire body jolt. I was already harder than granite, a live wire responding to the barest brush of her tongue.

She settled between my legs, a goddess at her altar, and looked up at me with those smoky eyes. “I want to taste all of you,” she purred, her voice like rough velvet. And then she did.

Her tongue was a master artist, painting sensations I’d never felt before. Long, slow licks from base to tip that had my hips bucking off the couch. She’d take just the head into the furnace of her mouth, her tongue swirling a torturous pattern underneath, while her hand cradled and massaged my balls, playing them like precious jewels. I reached for the tie of her robe, desperate for reciprocity, for skin.

She caught my wrist with a surprising strength, pushing my hand away without ever breaking her rhythm. Her message was clear: This is my show. You just enjoy the ride. And god, did I. She deep-throated me with an ease that stole the air from my lungs, taking me whole until my pubes brushed her nose. I was lost in a world of wet, sucking heat.

“Beagarza… I’m gonna cum,” I moaned, the words ripped from somewhere primal.

She didn’t pull away. She doubled down, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, milking me with a expertise that shattered my last thread of control. I erupted down her throat with a guttural cry, my vision whiting out. She held me tight, swallowing every last pulse, until I was spent and trembling.

Finally, she released me with a soft pop and sat back on her heels. A single, pearly drop glistened on her perfect, smirking lips.

“And your sperm is delicious,” she said, her voice husky.

I leaned forward, captured her mouth with mine, and kissed her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue—a musky, intimate flavor.

“Mmm, aren’t you embarrassed to kiss a girl after a blowjob?” she teased, pulling back just an inch.

“Are you kidding me?” I breathed. “To tell you the truth… I love the taste of my own cum. Especially on a girl’s lips.”

Her eyes sparkled with a new, curious light. “I see.” A pause hung between us, thick and heavy. “And why didn’t you let me untie your robe?”

She bit her lip, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face before she met my gaze. “Okay. You seem like a cool guy. You see… I’m not exactly a girl. Not entirely.”

“What do you mean?”

“Literally,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “I have a dick, too.”

A revelation and a request

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t recoil. I just looked into her eyes, seeing the beautiful, complex woman she was, and leaned in to kiss her again. It was sweeter this time, more affirming.

“I want to see,” I murmured against her lips. “Will you let me?”

A sigh of relief escaped her. “Yes…”

My fingers found the silken tie at her waist and pulled. The robe fell open. Beneath it, she wore a set of delicate white lace—a bra that barely contained her perfect breasts and a pair of panties that struggled to hold back an impressive, tantalizing bulge. I shed my own robe, skin to skin now.

I kissed her again, my hands mapping the territory I’d been denied. I worshipped her neck, the hollow between her breasts, before unfastening her bra and paying homage to her nipples with my mouth. I kissed my way down her trembling stomach, lower and lower, until I was on my knees before her, face-to-face with the lace-covered prize.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled. Her cock sprang free, and it was… magnificent. A work of art. Thick and veined, a little bigger than mine, with a beautiful, flushed head already leaking a bead of pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around its base, feeling its heat, and ran my tongue over the slit.

She cried out, a sharp, beautiful sound. I couldn’t wait another second. I took her into my mouth, swallowing as much of her as I could. She tasted clean, musky, purely male. Her hands flew to my head, her fingers tangling in my hair.

“Oh, fuck…” she moaned, her hips giving a tiny thrust.

I sucked her like my life depended on it, learning her rhythm, her taste. Then, she took control. She pressed down on the back of my head, guiding me, forcing me to take her entire length. It was unexpected, a deep, breathtaking invasion that made my eyes water, but it sent a fresh bolt of lightning straight to my own reawakening cock.

When she pulled back for air, I looked up from my knees, my lips swollen, and begged. “More.”

That was all the invitation she needed. She fucked my face with a slow, powerful rhythm, her moans music to my ears. I felt her tense, her thighs trembling against my cheeks.

“I’m cumming!” she cried out.

Her release flooded my mouth, hot and salty. I swallowed what I could, but some escaped, painting my lips and chin, dripping onto my chest. She pulled me onto the couch, laying me down, and tenderly licked every drop she’d missed from my skin.

“Not bad,” she said with a wicked grin. “You do this often?”

“No,” I admitted, catching my breath. “That was my first time.”

“Well, shit. Get a little more practice and you’ll be giving world-class head.” She laughed, a light, infectious sound. “Oh, come on, don’t be shy. I really liked it. How did you like it?”

“I’ve… I’ve been dreaming about something like that for a long time.”

“Only about that?” she asked, her eyebrow arched.

I blushed, the truth spilling out. “Well, to be honest… no. Sometimes I use a plug. I was actually going to do that tonight before you… well, before you showed up.”

Her eyes widened with genuine, thrilled interest. “Wow. Does that mean I distracted you from something important?”

“Best distraction I’ve ever had.”

The main event

She stood, took my hand, and pulled me toward the bedroom. I followed, a man bewitched. She pushed me onto the large bed, and for a moment, just worshipped my cock with her mouth, bringing me back to a throbbing, aching hardness. Then, she spread my legs, her finger finding my hole, circling it, teasing it. The realization that this was really happening made me dizzy with lust.

She stopped, pulled me up to my knees, and guided my mouth back to her cock, which was already hard again and demanding attention. I sucked her with a newfound confidence, feeling her swell with power in my mouth.

Suddenly, she stopped. She took my chin, kissed me deeply, tasting our mixed essences, and then spun me around, positioning me on all fours.

“Arch that beautiful back for me,” she purred, pressing a firm hand into the small of my back. “That’s it. You’re a good boy. You look so good like this.”

I heard the cap of a lube bottle click. A cool, slick finger pressed against me, then inside, stretching me gently. She leaned over my back, her breasts against my skin, and whispered in my ear, her breath hot.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“More than anything.”

I felt the broad, blunt head of her cock press against my entrance. There was pressure, a glorious, burning stretch, and then she was inside me, tearing a ragged moan from my throat. She paused, buried deep, letting me adjust to the incredible feeling of being filled. Then, she began to move.

It started as a slow, rhythmic claiming. Each thrust was a lesson in pleasure. She built the pace gradually, until she was fucking me in earnest, her hips slapping against my ass, her hands gripping my hips for leverage.

“More! God, more!” I begged, lost in the sensation.

She spanked me once, a sharp, stinging delight, and then suddenly stopped. She flipped me onto my back, threw my legs over her shoulders, and plunged back into me in one smooth motion. This new angle was even deeper. She leaned forward, took my rock-hard cock in her hand, and began to stroke me in time with her thrusts.

It was an overload of sensation, a symphony of pleasure I couldn’t hope to withstand.

“Beagarza, I’m gonna cum!” I shouted, my toes curling.

“Do it,” she commanded. “Cum for me.”

Two more thrusts was all it took. I exploded, my cum shooting up my chest, splattering even my chin and cheek. The force of my orgasm clenched around her cock, and that was all she needed. With a loud, guttural cry, she arched her back and came, pulsing deep inside me, filling me with her warmth.

She collapsed beside me, both of us breathing like we’d run a marathon. She turned on her side, dipped her fingers in the pool of my cum on my chest, and brought them to my lips.

“So,” she asked, her voice soft and sated. “How was your first time?”

“Transcendent. You… you’re amazing.”

“I’d like to do it again sometime,” she smiled, tracing my lip.

“With absolute pleasure.”

And our lips met in a long, deep, messy kiss, tasting of sweat, lust, and the sweet, secret truth of night.