Charm knew it was a bad idea to visit Max. They had broken up over a year ago, but she did love spending time together. The real bad idea was that she hadn't gotten laid recently. The last time she had had sex was so bad (or maybe devilishly good?) it just made the yearning worse...
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Some self-absorbed German man who did not care about her finishing--if anything, she wondered if he made sure she didn't cum on purpose. She was sprung out on the bed, him on top of her kissing her neck softly, slowly massaging her clit. It was off to a pretty good start. Then he made slow, luxurious kisses until he got to her dripping privates. There was something in the slightly menacing way he laughed before sucking on her clit that made her think the following act was on purpose.
He began gently sucking on Charm's clit; just enough pressure to make her heart pound and her brain light up, but not enough to get her anywhere near the edge. She groaned in pleasure, trying to roll her hips into him so he would get the idea she needed more. But he put one hand on her hip bone and pushed her firmly back into the bed, and looked up at her with a stern look--she got the idea not to push it. Then with his other hand, he slowly started circling the opening of her vagina. Not putting his finger inside, but instead tracing around and around like at any moment he might finally put his finger in.
Charm let out gargled moans more and more, but every time she did, she got that stare again and everything would stop. She got the idea pretty quick and was feeling like a dog being trained--which, to her disbelief, was turning her on more.
Every once in a while he would pause, lick her clit briskly and fast, and trace the taunting finger through her folds. She would gasp, look down at him and... "Is he smirking?!" she thought to herself. A thought quickly forgotten when he began sucking harder and getting his tongue involved. His finger began slowly stretching her out. "Oh--OH," Charm stammered. She was so sensitive from all this foreplay she could barely handle it.
That time she was sure she heard a snicker. What was he even getting out of this encounter? She had barely touched him. She started to flush red as she could feel juices leaking out of her onto his finger.
He began working his finger tediously slowly in and out of her, his finger in a 'hook' shape rubbing against her G-spot from the inside... slowly building more and more tension. "Oh my god, please hhmmh," she cried out.
"You don't like?" he responded, pausing for a moment to grab the ice-cold beer beside him and take a sip.
"No, it's--it's not that."
"Oh," he said, sitting up on his knees. Charm could get an incredible view of his abs, muscular arms, and decently sized hands. He reached down and began to firmly but soothingly rub her clit again, very nonchalantly, as he took another sip of his beer.
Charm threw her head back and put a hand over her mouth to stop herself from moaning too loudly.
Then suddenly she felt something ice cold permeating her folds. "Ah--AAHH." It was wretched and blissful at the same time. Somehow ice cold and completely on fire. Her body's reaction was to move away. But instead, the large German man inflicting this pain and pleasure grabbed her hips and kept her steady. The audacity of this man! But also, thank god--it felt too pleasurably terrible. He worked the ice cube through her folds, tracing it closer and closer to that little nub. She was both aching for and dreading its arrival. Finally, he reached that juicy centerpiece and Charm became erratic. Moaning and crying loudly now, but his disposition never swayed. "Oh no, oh yes, oh no, oh yes." she cried.
Then before she knew it, the ice cube, only half melted, traveled down her vulva and he used his tongue to guide it all the way into her vagina.
Once secured, he swiftly and effortlessly rearranged so his forearms were on top of her, pinning them down, and then grabbed Charm's hands, placing them together above her head.
