human Winston/Lúcio – another part for the housewife!Lúcio fic. Winston still comes prematurely but Lúcio is a good sport about it

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“I… ah… ah…” Winston stutters, one hand automatically lifting, the fingers trembling badly as he pushes his glasses back up. Like he isn’t balls deep in the suckling welcoming heat of Mr. Ogundimu’s husband; feeling his insides squeeze and milk.

Like he isn’t already coming; only a few scant thrusts in and unable to hold back when Lúcio is so very sweet for it, making a scene like Winston is any good at fucking.

He’s loud, voice breathy and dreamy sounding as he makes his little ‘ah, ah, ah’s and ‘mmmhh’s and Winston does not feel as mortified as he maybe should at having blown his load so quickly. Again.

Lúcio’s hands travel down, gloved fingertips curling around the ruffled hem of his skirt, slowly pulling up to show the gorgeous length of his cock. He looks dazed, eyes sleepy, lips so glossy and pink – probably painted with some kind of lipstick – as he starts rubbing his belly slow and gentle, looking up at Winston like he’s in love with him.

“I can feel it here,” he whispers and Winston stares at him mute, overwhelmed with the whole situation, cock only half soft and still inside the sticky little slit Mr. Ogundimu’s husband seems so very generous with. (Winston has seen him offer it up to various of the employees around the house already.)

“Your cum,” Lúcio says when Winston does not respond. “I can feel it right here. So nice and warm…” Winston stares down at where Lúcio is still petting himself. Part of him weakly pipes up that that can’t be right , that there is no way; but Lúcio looks so sweet and earnest and out of it, squirming and reaching for Winston, grabbing at his lapels and pulling him down on top of him.

“I can feel your cock there, too,” he whispers into his ear, “How it pushes into my belly when you fuck me so good.”

Winston goes red hot, spluttering, making a weak, pathetic sound when his cock starts filling out again, eager as a teen, body primed to be used for once. By a pretty little… l… lady like this, nonetheless.

“Yes.. yes, just like that,” Lúcio coos, encouraging all the way, fingers carding through Winston’s wild hair and nuzzling at his throat. “Fuck me good. You have such a nice big dick. Can feel you for days. Think of you when you’re not here and I have to stuff my fingers in there to make it ache less… Can fit so many in after you’ve stretched me out so well.”

Winston chokes on his own tongue, eyes wide, spooked looking like a colt’s as he stares into Lúcio’s face, feels him undulate, moving his hips to fuck himself on Winston’s cock, eyelids fluttering when he uses Winston like a toy.

His small hand reaches for Winston’s thick wrist, pulls his unresisting body as he wants him to be. Places his palm on his belly where he petted earlier, and Winston wheezes out loud when he can feel the faint bump of his cock moving inside the pretty lady.

Lúcio beams at him. He looks proud, body goddamn cuddling with Winston’s cock as he does all the work, cooing and petting and distracting Winston from coming too quickly again.

“Do you like fucking me, Winston?” Lúcio whispers into his ear, and his answer is out before he can think much on it: “Yes, Ma’am. Thank you.”

He stiffs, mortified – horrified at is blunder; but Lúcio just keeps on purring, pretty body undulating, working his cock like a champ as he fucks the previous load frothy and makes it drip out of his clever little hole.