Lips #22 (Twice's Mina)

It’s Mina’s birthday and she’s made one very specific request. Her birthday cake is sitting proudly on the coffee table. Mina kneels on the carpet in front of you. She’s wearing her brown beanie with the small bear ears on her head after the two of you went out to buy the cake. The sight of her in it makes your chest tighten. She’s cute and almost innocent.

Almost. Because her lips are already wrapped around your cock: Her eyes are wide and glittering as she looks up at you. Her cheeks hollow with each eager suck. Drool coats her chin before it runs down to her throat, but she doesn’t care. She pulls back with a pleased gasp and wipes her mouth with her sleeve. Then she grins up at you.

“You know what I want, right?”

Her voice is sultry and teasing. Something you rarely experience with your girlfriend. And it doesn’t match her current appearance at all.

You glance at the cake, then back at her.

“You’re serious about this?”

Mina giggles.

“Dead serious. Best birthday present ever.”

Before you can reply, she leans forward again. Her tongue traces up your shaft before she swallows your entire cock. She gags lightly as her throat opens. Her hands stroke what her mouth can’t take. Her moans vibrate around you. Every sound of hers drips with need. Mina’s gaze locks on yours again and it’s full of mischief and lust. She knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s giving it her all, because she wants her cake decorated with you.

Mina presses a kiss to your tip after retreating again. She’s playful at first, then lets her tongue circle it slowly. She hums as though savoring the taste already. Her hands grip your thighs for leverage as she takes you deeper this time. The sound is wet and lewd as it fills the quiet of the apartment. When she pulls back, spit strings between her lips like small spiderwebs.

“I’ve missed this taste all day.”

Before you can answer, she wraps both hands around your shaft and strokes slowly as her tongue teases the underside of your length, dragging all the way to the base. She licks like she’s savoring ice cream. She’s moaning low in her throat as her eyes flutter closed with each pass. Then she switches. One hand pumps your shaft, the other cups your balls. While her mouth works your tip with sloppy, greedy kisses, her lips pop and smack with every move. Her moans are muffled, sending constant vibrations shooting straight through you.

Your head tips back.

“Mina-”

She pulls off with a teasing grin playing around her lips.

“Don’t hold back. It’s my birthday, remember? I want everything.”

And then she swallows your cock down again. She bobs her head faster. Spit spills down her chin as her throat flexes around you. She moans with each thrust, gagging lightly, but never stopping. If anything, the messier it gets, the more she seems to love it. Her pace quickens. Her hand twists in time with her mouth. Her eyes are locked on you as though daring you to give her the present she’s been begging for.

Mina slows her pace, pulling off you with a soft gasp. Her lips are glistening with spit. Instead of taking you back into her mouth, she presses a gentle kiss to your tip. Then another along the side of your shaft. Her beanie slips slightly as she tilts her head. The floppy bear ears bounce with every little kiss she plants. She trails her lips lower, kissing your length like it’s something she adores. Her tongue follows, slow and wet, dragging along your skin before she presses her mouth to you again.

She pulls back just far enough to whisper with her breath hot on your cock.

“I love this…”

She places another kiss just beneath your tip.

“I love you…”

She kisses again, lower this time.

“…and I really, really love your cum.”

Her cheeks burn red, but the words spill out like a confession. She flicks her tongue across your slit, humming at the taste before licking the bead of precum that’s gathered there. Her eyes flutter shut as she is savoring it. Then she looks up at you again with a shy, needy smile.

“I could do this forever.”

She kisses along your shaft like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“I could live on just this. You don’t know how happy it makes me.”

Her tongue glides back down. Her lips worship every inch of your cock as she strokes you lazily with one hand. She presses her cheek against your dick for a moment, sighing contently, before planting another long kiss. Then, more daring this time, she wraps her lips around your tip and whispers around you, muffled but clear enough.

“Please… give me all of it. I want to taste you again and again.”

Mina kisses your tip once more, soft and careful, before lowering her mouth to pepper kisses all along your shaft. Each press of her lips is tender at first, but she lingers longer each time, letting her lips part just enough for her tongue to dart out and taste you. Her hand strokes you slowly, barely even moving. She’s just holding you steady so she can worship you properly. She drags her tongue from the base all the way up to the tip, humming as she does it. When she reaches the top again, she presses her lips against it and whispers.

“So perfect…”

Then she kisses you deeply, her mouth sealing over your tip like she’s leaving a mark. She sighs happily, her tongue tracing lazy circles against your skin. Her eyes flick up at you, wide and sparkling.

“I don’t know what it is…”

She speaks between kisses.

“Every time I taste you, I just… I feel like I need more.”

She presses another kiss lower.

“I love it so much.”

Another kiss higher.

“I love you so much.”

She wraps her lips around your tip for only a second this time. Not sucking. Just letting her mouth rest there. When she pulls off again, a string of spit connects her lips to your tip. With her cheeks flushed and her breath unsteady, Mina lowers her head. She presses her tongue flat along your cock, dragging it upward until the head rests against her lips again. She kisses it gently.

“I’ll never get tired of this.”

She strokes you slowly while her lips leave another mark of devotion.

“Never.”

Mina’s kisses turn needier the longer she goes. Her lips leave wet trails along your shaft. Her tongue slides over every ridge and vein. Her breath is hot and shaky against your skin. She doesn’t suck. She doesn’t rush. She just adores you with her mouth. Her free hand rests against your thigh with her nails pressing into your skin whenever she moans at the taste. The other strokes you lazily in rhythm with her lips, spreading her spit over your cock until it shines.

You groan in your throat, your hips twitching. Mina feels it instantly. The way your body tenses. The faint throb under her hand. She pulls back just far enough to look up at you, her lips parting in a soft smile.

“You’re close, aren’t you?”

Her voice is sweet but dripping with excitement. She strokes you faster now, her tongue darting out to flick against your tip between words.

“It’s okay… it’s my birthday. Give it to me.”

Her eyes flick sideways, toward the small cake waiting on the table. A single candle is already placed in the center. Mina pulls the plate closer with her free hand, positioning it just right while she keeps stroking you with the other.