Chapter 5 5

DEMIE woke up feeling something on her below. As she looks down, the sight of Sandro lapping her wet c*nt welcomed her.

Sandro noticed Demie's movement so he stopped what he was doing for a moment. "Goodmorning, sweetheart. Breakfast in bed," Sandro playfully said. He didn't wait for Demie's response, he reached for her soft ass as he dives once again. Demie throws her head back as his tongue penetrates her sweet p*ssy. Her hangover starts wearing off. Funny, it's the best medicine for a hangover.

Her round breasts are moving up and down with her heavy breath intake. Sandro is enjoying licking her sweet cream seeping out from her p*ssy, making Demie cries out of pleasure.

As Demie is nearing her zenith, Sandro suddenly stopped. Breathlessly, she looked at Sandro and she saw his chin and near his lips covered with her juices. He suddenly stands up, so Demie sees that Sandro isn't wearing anything either. Her mouth agape at how hard he is.

A known feeling earlier their night starts to ripple again. Desire, want, excitement, and need. Her p*ssy starts tingling with the desire to get touched and f*ck, just like that night.

"Sit on me. Sit on my face, sweetheart," Demie's traveled to his eyes, who's looking at her intensely. His little patience tried to stop Sandro from grabbing the woman. This only made his self-control worse as he stared at her womanhood.

He pulled the woman upright and she lay down on the bed. Waiting for her to ride his tongue.

"W-what?" Demie heard what Sandro said. But she still wondered if what she had heard was correct.

"Faster, sit now," Sandro sexily commanded with his deep voice. As if there was a spell to his words that made Demie move. She climbed up to the bed again and slowly sitting on his face. Sandro was being impatient, he grabs her round ass that made Demie squealed.

But as she feels his warm breath on her core, she starts to feel her p*ssy wet even more. Damn him for making her feel this way. Demie didn't know if she could even resist this man.

Demie's sweet p*ssy is all over him now. The smell of her p*ssy is making his d*ck even harder. He can feel his balls full of his c*m. He needs to release it now or it'll burst now. So without a pause, he starts playing her p*ssy with his tongue. As she also bucking her hips back and forth, until she's moaning so loud as she cried out his name.

Demie rolled on his side after she convulses, Sandro sucked all her sweet c*m. She's panting so hard, she felt Sandro moved. So she faced him, and what welcomes her is his hard d*ck, pointing at her.

"Look what you've done to my c*ck, sweetheart. You're making me so hard, now suck me with that tight mouth of yours," Demie's feeling so h*rny at the moment that she can't decline his delicious request.

She reached for his d*ck and starts stroking it slowly. Just by that, Sandro groaned, feeling her warm hand on his d*ck, what more on her mouth?

She starts sucking his d*ck, then she will gradually drag her tongue to the little slit at the top, licking his pre-c*m that's seeping out. Sandro's c*ck is stretching her mouth out. Even if she pushes it all the way through, there's still room for her hands to wrap the base.

"Fuck, sweetheart. Keep sucking me like that, your sweet lips is making me crazy," Sandro groaned as he gets a hold of her hair that's in a mess, draped down on her back.

Hearing Sandro's response, made Demie hooked even more. This is the first c*ck she sucked. And it's making her want it even more. She only wants his c*ck now. She doesn't care about anything else, but doing these things with Sandro.

Her lips are tightly wrapped around his c*ck as she's sucking it and as he keeps on pushing in and out. His eyes are focused on her, staring with dark and lust. Watching her intently as she sucks his throbbing c*ck.

His strong hands sunks on her hair even more, as he begins to push even harder on her mouth until his d*ck is making her gagged. Demie's eyes begin to water as Sandro groaned and closed his eyes. And Demie has no complaints there, she will gladly have all his length on her mouth.

Sandro's grip on Demie's hair tightened, as he hears that gagging sound from her. And now Demie knew that the man wanted it, so she pushed her mouth in even more. Pressing him against the back of her throat. And he let out a deep groan, as he looks at her with more intense. He's c*mming.

He grips her hair, even more, tighter as he pushes his d*ck faster and harder on her mouth, and Demie is willingly taking all of his length. Let's just say, she's now a sucker for his d*ck.

"You keep sucking me like that, sweetheart. Do you like it that much huh? Would you like me to spurt my c*m all over your face or let you swallow it? Oh, fuck, sweetheart. I'll do both, oh," Sandro's dirty talk is just making Demie do more, she moans while she's taking her rough thrusts on her mouth.

"I'm c*mming, sweetheart. Oh, yeah take your man's c*m... F*ck," with one last hard thrust, he came into her mouth. He pulls out his c*ck and strokes it in front of her face, spurting some of it in there.

Demie pants as she inhaled deeply, catching her breath. His velvety, creamy, and musky c*m is all over her face and inside her mouth, she swallowed all of it. And she can't wait for more.

Sandro wiped her face with a towel, what a good morning for them. He's now smiling widely, which is rare for it to happen. There are so many wild thoughts running on his mind. And he can't wait to make all of those into reality with Demie.

Demie opened her eyes and she met his soft gaze, lovingly staring at her. She's somewhat surprised to see that wide smile on his lips.

"Goodmorning again, sweetheart. Do you like our breakfast in bed?" Sandro teased Demie as he saw her cheeks turning red.

"G-goodmorning..." and when it was all over, only now did Demie feel embarrassed. She was still embarrassed last night but now there is no doubt that she is giving in to the man.

"Do you want another round of breakfast?" Sandro said while raising his brows gradually. And Demie was about to disobey Sandro when his cellphone suddenly rang on the side table. Sandro's brows furrowed, annoyed because it was bothering them.

But when he saw that it was his mother who's calling, he immediately answered, "Mom? What's the fuss early in the morning?" Sandro asked, he could hear his brother's voice in the background as if panicking.

"Sandro! Demie is missing! She's not in her room," his mom replied frantically. Sandro blown a wind on his mouth and then chuckled. Sandro looked at Demie who could hear the conversation. She's now throwing death glares at him, telling him not to tell his mother that she's with him.

"Stop worrying, Mom. She's here with me," Sandro said with a smirk.

"What? I said, don't tell her I'm here! You-" Demie covered her mouth as she realized what had been done. She just facepalmed because there's no escape now, she just wanna hide now out of embarrassment as she hears her Aunt Kareen shouted in pure joy.

"Sandro, good job! Just make sure you're a sharpshooter, son!" Demie covered her ears and hide inside the thick blanket that made Sandro chuckled.

"Okay, Mom, I'll hang up now. And tell Aly that Demie's mine now. And he has no chance to get her now. Bye," Sandro dropped the call and made his way to Demie. He forcefully pulls the thick sheet covering Demie, which made her squeal in surprise.

He just smirks at her and he then scooped her up and made their way to the bathroom. And there, their second breakfast happened.