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Herman whines, his lips soft and parted, his hair dripping against your shoulder. He’s pressed close to you, your teasing making him shake and drip, soaking the fabric of your shirt. When he pulls his head back, eyes meeting yours, he looks completely adorable. His hair sticks to his forehead, damp clothes clinging to his body, his bare hands moving over your thick hips.
His legs spread on your lap, a shiver running down his spine as you start to play with the hem of his tight little swim shorts. Your voice is soft as you tease him, ”Hermy?” Your smile widens as the wet man shakes beneath your touch. His lip quivers, parted softly as his back arches. “B-babe..”
Your fingers slip into his shorts as you kiss up his neck, breath warm against his slippery skin. “You’re such a pretty boy..” The touch is soft against Herman’s cock, it twitches under your fingers. His eyes are wide, pretty blue iris’ largely covered by his dilated pupils, pink flushed down his cheeks and neck. His legs spread wider, unconsciously submitting.
“Pretty?” Herm parrots, voice trembling, his hips buck against the warmth of your hand. Your fingers dip a bit lower, middle finger pressing lightly against his sopping hole, and the pleased little whimper that leaves his throat is enough to make arousal stir in your core. “And look at you..” You continue teasing, breath now hot against his ear, “just dripping for me, already so fucking wet.”
Herman’s hips jerk forward, eyes squeezing shut as his hole flutters against your circling finger. “I- ah! M-my powers.. Can’t he- help it..” He wiggles against the invading touch, his water doubling — it soaks down into your clothes as he seems to lose any control of his powers, his mind now fogged with lust.
Your fingers pull back, wrist leaving Herman’s boxers, and his needy whine almost makes you regret it. You lick the slick off your fingers, tasting his need, before leaning back to separate your soaking torso from his. “Look at how wet you’ve made me,” you tease, shirt slicked to your rolls and curves, making Herman’s eyes widen slightly. He flushes, starting to apologize, but you tug on his shirt before he can say anything.
His slim, wet body is revealed to you, his soft A-cup breasts practically falling into your hands. Herman squirms, water dripping from his curves — his little tits are pert and his nipples are hard, aching against your hand. “Mmgh- S-sensitive..” Herm whines from behind his own hand, hiding his face from your teasing glare. You pinch one of the little nubs, hearing the man above you squeak and soak the two of you further. The water on his nipples, plus the heavy hormones coursing through Herman, make his body keen into your touch.
Herman grabs at your own shirt, squeezing your breasts with his wet hands, desperate. You pull back to rip the shirt over your head, letting Herman’s hands play through your bra. Your hands slide down his hips, letting him desperately claw at the clasp of the tight bra, whining against your neck as his fingers slide over the fabric. Once he finally gets the bra undone, he moans out, pulling it off your shoulders and latching onto one of your peaks, hungry, needy.
You tug on Herm’s hair, water dripping down every inch of your body. Herm’s sloppy tongue swirls around your nipple, the other hand squeezing at your rolls, soft and wet over the expanse of your skin. You moan praise into the air, “such a good boy..” and Herman fucking drools against your hard nubs, eyes fluttering open to look up at you. His fingers snake into his shorts, rubbing at his needy clit, and you laugh softly, voice deep and controlling, “so desperate, couldn’t even wait for me to touch you again?”
Herman whines out, popping off your tit to look up at you with big puppydog eyes. His fingers keep moving between his thighs, despite your teasing glare. He tries to redirect your focus, free hand squeezing your wet chest softly, “so big.. So p-pretty- beautiful.” He licks a stripe up your chest, running to your neck, before he bites down like a starved animal.
You lay your head back, letting Herman mark you. Hickeys scatter your neck, though they swiftly heal from Herman's spit, causing him to pout slightly. You laugh at his adorable face and tug his wrist out of his shorts, pushing him backwards onto the bed, pinning him down lightly enough that he could easily escape; but he doesn’t want to.
His hips lift as you tug his shorts down, revealing his twitching cock peeking out of his folds. His hole pulses, hungry, begging to be filled, and your fingers running over it only make more slick pool out. You lean over him, fat pressing against his slim body, and slip inside a long finger while kissing his parted lips. Salty sweet flavor fills your mouth while Herman spasms and spits, body tight around your finger.
You pull back to look at him, sliding the finger in and out, “relax.” Your command is soft, but Herman’s body reacts to it instantly, hips bucking into your hand while his fingers grip the mattress. It doesn’t take long for him to cum, thighs squeezing around your wrist, water bubbling in his throat as he throws his head back.
Your thumb rubs his little aching cock, even as his thighs shake and his cunt spasms. His face is twisted in pleasure, back arched, each curve of his body dripping water onto the bed; the sight is a treat. “You’re just gaping for me,” you tease, flicking his twitching cock while he whines with overstimulation, “this cunt is just begging to be filled, aching for someone to breed it.”
Herman mewls, your fingers slipping out of his hole with a wet pop. He bucks his hips up against nothing, mind completely fucked and washed out with lust, and it takes him a minute to come back to reality. When he does, he’s already ready for more.
He’s wobbly when he sits up, looking over your half-clothed body, eyes droopy and soft like a dopey puppy. He takes your wrist in his hand, bringing your slick-coated fingers to his lips and sucking with vigor. His wet hands move down your body as he sucks, messily trying to undo your pants while looking up at you, pleading.
When he finally gets the pants down, your panties are coated in slick, clit hard against the fabric as it awaits his touch. He presses a tentative kiss to your clothed mound, his tongue smearing water over the bundle of nerves. When he tugs the underwear down, his tongue latches on to the bulb and swirls under the hood, his hooked nose sliding against your mons. The soft care mixed with desperation makes your head swirl, hand coming down to run through his hair.
Herman pulls back a bit, thinking — almost analyzing your fluttering pussy. He licks his lips, looking up with hesitation, a question on the tip of his tongue, but it doesn’t come out. Your hand comes down to cup his jaw, tilting his head up to face yours, and his soft pout makes you want to squirm. God, he’s so fucking adorable.. “Is there something you want, Hermy?”
“I was just think- w-wondering.. oh god..” his eyes shoot back to your wet lips, one finger brushing against the folds, “c-can I, uh- can you s-sit.. P-please, sit on me- m-my face? Can you?”
Your thick thighs slowly wrap around Herman’s head pulling his lips closer to your slick heat, “are you sure you can handle it?” Your voice is teasing, narrowed eyes locked to Herman’s wide ones, and you can see his hips buck against the bed. He nods swiftly as he tries to speak, but the words don’t come out, so he just rolls onto his back and looks up from between your thighs, waiting for the plush feeling of your skin against his face.
You flip to face the headboard, hovering over Herman’s face, thighs trapping his head in place. You reach down to take one of his wrists, placing his hand on your outer thigh and making eye contact with him. “Tap twice if you need to breathe,” your voice is soft, those words being the only warning before you drop onto his face, letting all your weight rest on his awaiting mouth.
Your scent immediately fills Herman’s mouth and nose, wet slick pooling into his mouth as he eats it out of your hole. His nose rubs against your clit as he wiggles underneath your weight, focusing all his energy into pleasuring you. His hands pull your hips closer, slick slurping and groaning coming from between your thighs as he feasts like a starved man. His touch moves to your ass, squeezing and tugging on your pretty body while his tongue runs over every sensitive bit of your vagina.
“Such a.. Good boy..” You pant out between moans, hearing a pleased little whimper from underneath you. You ride his face for another minute, before feeling two taps to your soft thigh, pushing yourself up to give the man a chance to breathe. He chases your hips for a moment before falling back against the bed, panting. “You’re so good at eating me out,” you pet his hair, reveling in the way he leans into the warmth of your palm.
“I watch a l-lot of porn..” Herm blurts out without thinking, face flushed. When you giggle, he tries to backtrack, stuttering under you, “a-and practice! M-mostly on my hand- f-fingers..” He pauses for a second, avoiding your gaze, worrying his pretty lips. “Can I h-have more?”
Your thighs shake slightly as you drop back down, a loving smile painting your face, “you’re insatiable..”
He moans against your cunt, sucking with a renewed vigor, thighs squeezing together as one of his hands comes down to touch his own twitching cock. You notice his wandering hand, watching his splayed legs from over your shoulder, his needy little hole fluttering around his circling fingers. It’s adorable how desperate he is, how much he wants to please you despite his own aching pussy, and you just can’t let him continue to rub himself so sadly like that.
Your hips lift up again — a pouty whine coming from the man under you — and you flip over to face his lower body before settling back onto his face. Your hand runs down his chest, pinching and tugging his nipples as you grind down against his tongue. “You’re doing so well,” you mewl, running your fingers over the valley of his belly and up the curve of his pubic mound. Your hand pushes his own away from his cunt, replacing his shaking fingers with your soothing ones.
Herman is still whining underneath you, tongue deep inside your vagina while your sweet fingers wrap around his little cock. You coat your fingers with his slick, jerking him off between your pointer finger and thumb, teasing the head every few strokes. He desperately tries to focus on eating you out, but his mind is numbed by your fingers on his sex, and his tongue just flicks aimlessly against your hole as he takes deep breaths through his nose.
”Such a good boy,” your fingers dip down into his hole, “absolutely dripping just from eating me out.” Your words are occasionally interrupted by soft moans, his wet tongue sending sparks through your whole body. His whines turn into little gasps, so you raise your hips again, giving him a perfect view of your dripping pussy while you continue playing with his.
Once Herman’s breathing evens, you press two fingers into his gaping cunt, slowly stretching him back out. His moans fill the room, thighs squeezing around your hand, and he dives face first back into your core. He eats you out faster as his hips thrust upwards, chasing his orgasm while relishing in your taste. When you curl into his g-spot, he cums hard, gushing like a fountain onto the mattress.
Herm’s head falls back against the bed, but you chase his lips, still desperate and aching. “Cmon Hermy.. I’m so close,” you wiggle your hips above his face, whining out, “be a good boy for me. Make me cum.”
He lets out an aching moan, tugging you back onto his face, and his own orgasm is fully forgotten as he sucks on your little clit. It doesn’t take long for you to cum, grinding against his tongue as you ride out the pleasure, feeling it shoot through you like a live wire.
Finally, you lift your hips from Herman’s mouth, rolling onto your side next to him with soft, achy breaths. Herm is still panting, his face coated with your slick, mouth and nose covered in the transparent stickiness, but he doesn’t move to clean it. His eyes are glazed over with pleasure and satisfaction as he looks over at you with a dopey smile, “d-did I do well- g-good?”
You sit up slightly, hand running through the boy’s hair as you slowly recover from the pleasure still sparking in your core. ”You did amazing, Hermy..”