dirtiest trombone

You’re in the position that Winter wanted you in.

On all fours in the middle of the massive king-sized bed, your palms and knees sinking deep into the cool, slippery white hotel sheets. The luxurious fabric whispered softly with every tiny shift of your weight, but there was no escaping her.

Or rather you didn’t want to escape.

Her petite, lithe little body was behind yours, that tiny frame somehow radiating total dominance. The inability to see what she was doing just made everything much hotter. You were completely at her disposal now.

She started agonizingly slow, making sure you felt every filthy second.

Her warm, velvety tongue pressed flat and heavy against your heavy, swollen balls, dragging upward in one long, deliberate, obscene stroke that made your toes curl hard into the sheets.

The wet heat of her mouth was intoxicating—soft, slick, and so fucking eager. She didn’t rush. She repeated it again and again, long, lazy licks from the very bottom of your sack all the way up to your tight, twitching hole, savoring every inch like she was tasting her favorite meal. Each pass left a thick, shiny trail of warm spit that dripped lewdly down your skin, cooling in the air and making your balls tighten and ache with need. You could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of her tongue lapping at you, the soft, hungry little hums vibrating straight into your core.

“Fuck, Winter…” you groaned deep in your chest, voice rough and broken already. “Your tongue feels so fucking good on my balls… don’t stop, baby.”

Then her small hand slid underneath you, those delicate black-polished fingernails grazing your skin on your thigh before her fingers wrapped around your thick, throbbing cock.

Her grip was so tight it was almost cute. Her tiny hand was barely able to close all the way around your impressive girth, the contrast making her moan with filthy delight. She started stroking you with slow, sensual pumps, twisting her wrist gently around the swollen, leaking head on every upstroke, or downstroke in this case, smearing the steady beads of precum that were already dripping from your slit.

“Mmm… fuck, look at this massive cock,” she breathed hotly against your ass, her voice low and husky, dripping with raw, nasty lust.

“So fucking big and thick I can barely get my little hand around it. God, I can feel you pulsing like a heartbeat in my palm… so heavy, so fucking full. You’re leaking all over my fingers already, you dirty boy. You love having your tight little hole licked while I jerk this fat dick, don’t you?”

She let her spit flow freely now, no shame, no holding back. Every time her warm tongue swirled around your sensitive rim, she drooled even more thick, warm strands of saliva out of her mouth, letting ir run down over your balls and soaking her stroking fingers completely.

The wetness made everything so slick and messy that her hand glided effortlessly, the obscene, wet squelching sounds of spit-slick skin on skin filling the quiet suite. Her tongue kept working you open in slow, filthy circles, the tip pressing and probing at your tight ring while her small hand pumped you faster, twisting and squeezing with perfect, teasing rhythm. Almost like you were getting milked.

“Shit… yes, just like that,” you growled, pushing back against her face instinctively. “Eat my ass, Winter… fuck, your tongue is so wet and hot.”

Winter moaned softly in response, clearly getting off on how she was breaking you down.

“Listen to those pathetic little groans,” she purred, pressing the flat of her tongue firmly against your asshole and licking in slow, lazy, deliberate circles that made your thighs shake.

“Such a big, strong rich man… reduced to moaning like a desperate slut for a tiny little girl like me. I’m eating your ass so fucking good and jerking this huge cock and you’re falling apart already. Does it feel good, baby? My warm tongue buried in your tight hole while I milk every drop of sperm out of you?”

She pushed her tongue a little firmer, dipping the wet tip just inside your clenching ring, fucking you shallowly with it while her hand stroked you even faster. More thick saliva dripped down in heavy, sticky strands, coating your balls, running down her fingers, and making the most pornographic wet noises every time she twisted her wrist around your swollen, purple head.

“Oh god… fuck, Winter,” you panted, voice cracking as pleasure spiked through you. “Your tongue’s inside me… shit, that’s so dirty and so fucking good. Don’t stop, please—keep licking my hole while you stroke my cock. You’re gonna make me lose it.”

“You’re leaking so fucking much already,” she whispered excitedly, her breath hot and shaky against your spit-soaked skin as she licked up another long trail of her own mess before diving back in deeper.

“I can taste how turned on you are. I want you to cum just like this, you filthy boy… I want you to shoot every thick rope of cum all over my little hand while my tongue is buried deep in your ass. Be a good boy and give it to me. Flood my fingers while I eat you like the greedy little slut I am.”

Your groans grew louder, deeper, more broken and desperate. Your arms trembled hard, muscles straining as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your gut. Winter didn’t let up for a second. Her tongue kept working your hole in filthy, sensual, swirling motions, pushing deeper, fucking you with it while her small hand pumped you with relentless, perfect rhythm, the slick, messy sounds echoing obscenely around the room.

“Fuck, I’m close… I’m so fucking close,” you rasped, hips jerking between her tongue and her hand. Your abs contorting into ways you never knew possible.

“Keep eating my ass, baby. Tongue-fuck me while you jerk me off. Make me cum all over your pretty little fingers.”

Finally, the pressure snapped.

With a long, broken groan that turned into a deep, animalistic growl, you came harder than you ever had in your life.

Thick, powerful ropes of hot cum erupted violently from your cock, spilling in heavy, pulsing jets all over Winter’s small fingers, coating her black nails and dripping down onto the black silk sheets in messy white streaks. You kept cursing under your breath the whole time “Shitshit… fuck, Winter… yes, milk it all out” while she kept stroking you through every single throb and spurt, milking you completely dry as her tongue continued those gentle, soothing, filthy licks around your sensitive, twitching rim, drawing out every last drop.

When the final shudder finally left your body and you were left panting, spent, and trembling, Winter slowly pulled her tongue away with one last wet kiss to your hole and sat back on her heels. She looked down at her cum-covered hand with a satisfied, wicked little smile, the diamond necklace still sparkling between her small, perky breasts, now glistening with a light sheen of sweat.

She brought her messy fingers to her lips and licked a long, slow stripe right through the thick load you’d just painted her with, eyes locked on yours the entire time, never breaking eye contact.

“Mmm… fuck, so delicious,” she whispered, voice thick and dripping with pure lust as she sucked her fingers clean.

“Tastes even better when it comes from a big strong man who just got his ass eaten so good he couldn’t stop moaning.”

Then she crawled around to face you properly, her petite body sliding up against yours until her soft, full lips brushed right against your ear, her breath warm and teasing on your skin.

“That was just the beginning, baby,” she murmured, her voice low and filthy with promise.

“We’ve got the whole fucking night ahead of us… and I still need this huge, thick cock stretching my tight little pussy open. I want you to fuck me so deep I squirt all over these sheets, again and again, until I’m screaming your name and soaking everything.”

She kissed your neck softly, letting her teeth graze your skin just enough to make you shiver, then pulled back just far enough to flash you that confident, dimpled smile, her eyes sparkling with pure wicked intent.

“Ready for more, big boy? Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”