Deception & Betrayal

Trina gently pushed his hands away, her expression tight. “Yeah, everything’s fine,” she said, her tone clipped. She walked to the bedroom, clearly upset, and flopped onto the bed. Chris followed, sliding in behind her, his dick already hard as he pressed against her thick ass, trying to slide it inside her from behind. Trina nudged him away sharply. “I’m not in the mood for that right now, Chris,” she snapped, irritation dripping from her voice.

Chris frowned, frustration building. “Damn, you’ve been holding out on the pussy for two weeks. What’s going on?” he asked, his voice edged with desperation.

“It’s nothing,” Trina muttered, brushing him off.

The silence hung heavy. Chris, unwilling to let it go, scooted down the bed, his face inches from her plump ass. Without warning, he buried his face between her cheeks, his tongue plunging into her tight asshole, licking and probing with slow, deliberate strokes. Trina’s body tensed, and she glanced back. “Move, Chris,” she said, her voice sharp. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Come on, babe,” Chris pleaded, lifting his head. “If you’re not giving up the pussy, at least let me eat your ass and pussy.”

Trina sighed, relenting. “Fine. You can eat me out, but I’m too mentally drained for sex,” she said, her voice heavy.

Chris didn’t hesitate. He pulled out his hard dick, stroking it slowly as he dove between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her pussy. Her folds were slick, her scent musky and intoxicating. He worked her clit with slow circles, then plunged his tongue deep inside, savoring every taste. He kept stroking his dick, pacing himself, determined not to cum until she did. After several minutes, Trina’s hips bucked, and she came, her pussy clenching as a thick, creamy wave coated his tongue. He lifted his head, grinning, his face slick with her juices.

Two nights later, Chris tried again, sliding his dick against her pussy as they lay in bed. Trina gently pushed him away, but he wasn’t deterred. He slipped under the covers, his hands parting her thick thighs. Trina, responding to his persistence, spread her ass cheeks wide, moaning softly as Chris’s tongue found her asshole again. He massaged the rim with slow, wet licks, digging as deep as he could, savoring the tight, puckered texture. Then he moved to her pussy, her folds already glistening. Her pussy was extra creamy, thick with a salty-sweet tang that drove him wild. He lapped at her clit, sucking gently, then buried his tongue deep inside, her juices coating his lips and beard.