Kratos Marc
Wellknown Ace
In the soft glow of the living room lamp, she lounged on the worn leather couch, her legs stretched out lazily, one arm draped over the backrest. The air was thick with the scent of her perfume, something sweet and intoxicating that made his pulse quicken. She was dressed in a loose tank top that clung to her curves and a pair of tiny shorts that rode up her thighs, hinting at the smooth skin beneath. He sat on the floor beside her, eyes fixed on the cigarette dangling from her full lips as she took a slow, deliberate drag.
The smoke curled out from her mouth in lazy spirals, and she watched him with a sly smile, knowing exactly what it did to him. They'd been playing this game all evening teasing glances, light touches that promised more but never delivered. Now, with the cigarette in play, the tension ratcheted up. He shifted closer, his hand resting on her knee, feeling the warmth of her skin.
'Give me a puff, he murmured, his voice low and needy, eyes locked on the glowing ember.
She exhaled slowly, the smoke wafting toward him, brushing his face like a ghost of her breath. 'Not just like that,' she said, her tone playful yet firm. 'You want it from me? Earn it. Make my pussy so wet it's dripping, and maybe I'll share.' She took another drag, holding the smoke in her lungs, then leaned forward slightly, parting her lips to blow it right into his waiting mouth. He inhaled deeply, tasting the warmth of her exhale mixed with the tobacco, his cock stirring in his pants at the intimacy of it.
He begged again, his fingers tracing circles on her thigh. 'Please, just one straight from you.' But she shook her head, eyes sparkling with mischief. 'From my mouth only. And to get that, you have to win the challenge. No hands on me directly tease me until I'm wet pussy.' She shifted on the couch, spreading her legs a bit wider, the outline of her panties visible under the shorts.
His heart raced as he nodded, determined. He reached for her shorts first, sliding them down her hips with careful tugs. She lifted her ass just enough to help, then settled back, watching him with hooded eyes. Next came the panties black lace, already damp at the crotch. He peeled them off slowly, exposing her bare pussy, the folds glistening faintly in the low light. She was shaved smooth, her clit peeking out like a hidden pearl, and the sight made his mouth water.
'No touching,' she reminded him, taking another drag and blowing the smoke his way. He grabbed a steel spoon from the nearby coffee table cold and shiny and a small jar of honey he'd spotted earlier. Dipping the spoon into the golden liquid, he let it drip a bit, warming it between his fingers before bringing it close to her.
Starting slow, he traced the spoon's edge along the outer lips of her pussy, not quite touching but close enough that she felt the cool metal's promise. Honey smeared lightly on her skin, sticky and sweet, making her squirm. 'That's it,' she whispered, her voice breathy. He grew bolder, using the spoon to part her folds gently, carving slow, deliberate lines through the sensitive flesh without his skin ever meeting hers. The honey coated her inner lips, turning slick as her own arousal mixed with it, and he watched her pussy respond swelling, opening up like a flower in heat.
She bit her lip, thighs trembling as he focused on her clit. He circled the spoon around it, pressing just the tip against the nub, rolling it in the honey until it shone. No direct touch from him, but the tool did the work, sending jolts through her body. 'Fuck, that's cold... but good,' she gasped, her hips bucking slightly. He dipped the spoon again, this time sliding it along her entrance, pushing a thin trail of honey inside, making her walls clench around nothing. Her pussy wept now, juices flowing freely, dripping down to the couch cushion beneath her.
He leaned in closer, inhaling her scent—musky and sweet from the honey—while she took another drag, pulling the smoke into his mouth with her exhale. The challenge was on, and he wasn't stopping. With the spoon, he flicked lightly at her clit, then dragged it up and down her folds, carving deeper patterns that had her moaning softly. Her breaths came faster, chest rising and falling under the tank top, nipples hard points against the fabric.
'You're getting there,' she teased, but her voice cracked, betraying how close she was to losing control. He sucked the spoon clean for a moment—tasting her essence mixed with honey—then went back, using the flat side to press against her pussy lips, spreading them wide. Honey dripped everywhere, and her wetness followed, a steady trickle that proved he'd won. Her clit throbbed visibly, pussy gaping slightly, begging for more.
'Okay, you beat me,' she admitted, voice husky with need. She took a long drag on the cigarette, holding the smoke, then lifted one leg, placing the cigarette between her toes—her 'leg fingers' as she called them playfully. She extended her foot toward his mouth, the ember glowing inches from his lips. 'Take your puff like this.'
He leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the cigarette between her toes, inhaling deeply while his tongue flicked out to suck on her big toe. The smoke filled his lungs, tasting of her skin and tobacco, and he groaned around it, sucking harder on her toes, licking the arch of her foot. She wiggled them in his mouth, giggling at first, then moaning as the sensation shot straight to her core.
But he couldn't hold back anymore. The sight of her spread out, pussy dripping honey and arousal, toes in his mouth—it broke him. He dropped the cigarette carefully into an ashtray, then surged up, pinning her to the couch. 'Need to fuck you now,' he growled, freeing his cock from his pants. It was rock-hard, veins pulsing, tip leaking pre-cum.
She nodded eagerly, wrapping her legs around him. 'Do it hard.' He thrust in without warning, burying himself to the hilt in her soaked heat. Her pussy gripped him like a vice, slick walls fluttering around his length. He pounded into her relentlessly, hips slamming against hers, the couch creaking under them. Each stroke was deep and brutal, his balls slapping her ass, the honey making everything messier, stickier.
She clawed at his back, urging him on. 'Harder... fuck, yes!' He obliged, angling to hit her deepest spots, grinding against her clit with every plunge. Her moans filled the room, body arching as another orgasm built. He felt her tighten, then explode—pussy spasming, milking him as she came with a cry. The pressure was too much; he drove in one last time, burying deep and unloading, hot cum flooding her insides in thick spurts.
They collapsed together, panting, his cock still twitching inside her. She kissed him lazily, tasting the smoke on his breath. 'That was worth sharing,' she murmured, a satisfied smile on her lips.
The smoke curled out from her mouth in lazy spirals, and she watched him with a sly smile, knowing exactly what it did to him. They'd been playing this game all evening teasing glances, light touches that promised more but never delivered. Now, with the cigarette in play, the tension ratcheted up. He shifted closer, his hand resting on her knee, feeling the warmth of her skin.
'Give me a puff, he murmured, his voice low and needy, eyes locked on the glowing ember.
She exhaled slowly, the smoke wafting toward him, brushing his face like a ghost of her breath. 'Not just like that,' she said, her tone playful yet firm. 'You want it from me? Earn it. Make my pussy so wet it's dripping, and maybe I'll share.' She took another drag, holding the smoke in her lungs, then leaned forward slightly, parting her lips to blow it right into his waiting mouth. He inhaled deeply, tasting the warmth of her exhale mixed with the tobacco, his cock stirring in his pants at the intimacy of it.
He begged again, his fingers tracing circles on her thigh. 'Please, just one straight from you.' But she shook her head, eyes sparkling with mischief. 'From my mouth only. And to get that, you have to win the challenge. No hands on me directly tease me until I'm wet pussy.' She shifted on the couch, spreading her legs a bit wider, the outline of her panties visible under the shorts.
His heart raced as he nodded, determined. He reached for her shorts first, sliding them down her hips with careful tugs. She lifted her ass just enough to help, then settled back, watching him with hooded eyes. Next came the panties black lace, already damp at the crotch. He peeled them off slowly, exposing her bare pussy, the folds glistening faintly in the low light. She was shaved smooth, her clit peeking out like a hidden pearl, and the sight made his mouth water.
'No touching,' she reminded him, taking another drag and blowing the smoke his way. He grabbed a steel spoon from the nearby coffee table cold and shiny and a small jar of honey he'd spotted earlier. Dipping the spoon into the golden liquid, he let it drip a bit, warming it between his fingers before bringing it close to her.
Starting slow, he traced the spoon's edge along the outer lips of her pussy, not quite touching but close enough that she felt the cool metal's promise. Honey smeared lightly on her skin, sticky and sweet, making her squirm. 'That's it,' she whispered, her voice breathy. He grew bolder, using the spoon to part her folds gently, carving slow, deliberate lines through the sensitive flesh without his skin ever meeting hers. The honey coated her inner lips, turning slick as her own arousal mixed with it, and he watched her pussy respond swelling, opening up like a flower in heat.
She bit her lip, thighs trembling as he focused on her clit. He circled the spoon around it, pressing just the tip against the nub, rolling it in the honey until it shone. No direct touch from him, but the tool did the work, sending jolts through her body. 'Fuck, that's cold... but good,' she gasped, her hips bucking slightly. He dipped the spoon again, this time sliding it along her entrance, pushing a thin trail of honey inside, making her walls clench around nothing. Her pussy wept now, juices flowing freely, dripping down to the couch cushion beneath her.
He leaned in closer, inhaling her scent—musky and sweet from the honey—while she took another drag, pulling the smoke into his mouth with her exhale. The challenge was on, and he wasn't stopping. With the spoon, he flicked lightly at her clit, then dragged it up and down her folds, carving deeper patterns that had her moaning softly. Her breaths came faster, chest rising and falling under the tank top, nipples hard points against the fabric.
'You're getting there,' she teased, but her voice cracked, betraying how close she was to losing control. He sucked the spoon clean for a moment—tasting her essence mixed with honey—then went back, using the flat side to press against her pussy lips, spreading them wide. Honey dripped everywhere, and her wetness followed, a steady trickle that proved he'd won. Her clit throbbed visibly, pussy gaping slightly, begging for more.
'Okay, you beat me,' she admitted, voice husky with need. She took a long drag on the cigarette, holding the smoke, then lifted one leg, placing the cigarette between her toes—her 'leg fingers' as she called them playfully. She extended her foot toward his mouth, the ember glowing inches from his lips. 'Take your puff like this.'
He leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the cigarette between her toes, inhaling deeply while his tongue flicked out to suck on her big toe. The smoke filled his lungs, tasting of her skin and tobacco, and he groaned around it, sucking harder on her toes, licking the arch of her foot. She wiggled them in his mouth, giggling at first, then moaning as the sensation shot straight to her core.
But he couldn't hold back anymore. The sight of her spread out, pussy dripping honey and arousal, toes in his mouth—it broke him. He dropped the cigarette carefully into an ashtray, then surged up, pinning her to the couch. 'Need to fuck you now,' he growled, freeing his cock from his pants. It was rock-hard, veins pulsing, tip leaking pre-cum.
She nodded eagerly, wrapping her legs around him. 'Do it hard.' He thrust in without warning, burying himself to the hilt in her soaked heat. Her pussy gripped him like a vice, slick walls fluttering around his length. He pounded into her relentlessly, hips slamming against hers, the couch creaking under them. Each stroke was deep and brutal, his balls slapping her ass, the honey making everything messier, stickier.
She clawed at his back, urging him on. 'Harder... fuck, yes!' He obliged, angling to hit her deepest spots, grinding against her clit with every plunge. Her moans filled the room, body arching as another orgasm built. He felt her tighten, then explode—pussy spasming, milking him as she came with a cry. The pressure was too much; he drove in one last time, burying deep and unloading, hot cum flooding her insides in thick spurts.
They collapsed together, panting, his cock still twitching inside her. She kissed him lazily, tasting the smoke on his breath. 'That was worth sharing,' she murmured, a satisfied smile on her lips.