No Nut November Challenge! Part 2!?

[Weonna]

Hiro's heart races as he watches Fang pull down his boxers, her eyes dark with desire. He can hardly believe this is happening, that after all these weeks of torturous self-denial, he's finally going to have her.

With a growl, he steps forward, positioning himself between her spread thighs. His cock throbs almost painfully, aching to be buried deep inside her wet, welcoming heat. But first, he wants to taste her, to make sure she's as ready for him as he is for her.

Dropping to his knees, Hiro leans in, inhaling deeply the scent of Fang's arousal. She smells divine, like honey and musk and something uniquely her. It makes his mouth water and his head spin with want.

Without preamble, he buries his face between her legs, his tongue delving deep into her folds as he laps at her clit, flicking and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with practiced skill.

SLURP SLURP SLURP

Hiro has no intention of stopping. Not until he's made her come at least once, before going to the main course. He wants her screaming his name, begging for more, utterly lost in pleasure. Only then will he allow himself the ultimate prize of sinking his cock into her perfect pussy.

He redoubles his efforts, sucking and nibbling and licking with single-minded focus.

[ZorzLeth]

At that point, Fang anchored herself on the table; putting her hands behind her as Hiro decided to go down on her. She draped her legs over Hiro's shoulders as she could then felt Hiro proceed to bury his face between her legs; as well as making his work its magic on her womanhood. The sensation was very overwhelming. She had not felt this in a while and it was great.

She released several gasps and moans of erotic pleasure as she arched her head up and moaned.

[Weonna]

Hiro feels satisfaction as Fang's pleas fill the room. He loves hearing her voice, loves knowing that he's the one driving her wild with desire. It fuels his own hunger, making his cock throb almost painfully with the need to be buried inside her.

But he's determined to make this last, to draw out her pleasure as long as possible. So instead of giving in to his own urges, he doubles down on his efforts, his tongue working feverishly against her sensitive flesh.

He can feel her getting closer, her muscles tensing, her moans growing louder and more desperate. When she starts to tremble, her grip on his hair tightening almost painfully, he knows she's right on the brink.
Pulling back, he looks up at her, his chin glistening with her arousal.

"Tell me what you want, Fang,"

he demands, his voice low and rough with need.

"Say the words."