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She pops off my cock, licking her lips, and leaning back onto her heels. “You really don’t want to come?” She pouts.
“Not yet,” I choke. “God, where did you learn to do that?” I wave my hands in front of me before she speaks. “Nope, nevermind, I don’t want to know that.”
Josie chuckles, reaching her hand out to take my cock again. I bat her hand away. “Woman, unless you want me to come in two point five seconds, you will drop that beautiful, magical hand of yours.”
I point an accusatory finger in her direction, and she only laughs. “It’s your turn,” I say. I pull her to her feet, and then take my place on the ground, kneeling in front of her. When I look up to meet her eyes, a devilish glint appears. “May I, my lady?” I goof, in an elaborate British accent.
“You may,” she responds, giggling slightly.
I slide her jeans down her legs, and the creamy paleness of her thighs instantly makes me want to take a bite out of them. Don’t ask me why, but for some reason, it’s what I want. Her blue cotton undies have a literal wet spot on them, and I can’t help but lean forward, and lick her through them. The fabric dampens from my tongue, and I stand up, too eager to wait a moment longer. I slide the panties down, and turn Josie so her back faces the couch.
“Sit,” I order.
For just a moment, she appears sheepish, glancing down at my fabric couch.
“It’s… I’m gonna get it messy,” she whispers, as if it’s some sort of secret that I’m about to eat- no, devour- her pussy.
“Good, then I’ll always be reminded of this moment,” I state matter of factly. I gently push her down to sit on the couch, and take my place on my knees, mirroring the position we were in earlier, but opposite.
Her cunt is glistening, wetness covering her folds. “Mmm,” I groan. “I think this might be my new favorite meal.”
“But you haven’t even tasted it yet,” Josie cheekily responds, and I don’t give her another second to make a snarky remark. I practically dive head first into her soaked pussy, sliding my tongue through, tasting her, savoring every moment of this magic.
“Oh my god,” Josie squeals, her hips jerking.
“Hold still, petals” I moan against her, reaching up to rest my palm against her stomach, sliding it to grip her hip, holding her down. She relaxes into the moment, her head lolling back to rest on the back of the couch. My tongue finds her clit, and I get to work on making her feel good. I watch her responses, listening to her body to find what exactly she likes.
“More,” she groans.
“You need more?” I taunt. “How about my fingers, you want them?”
“God, yes please,” she nearly cries. I slide one finger to her dripping entrance, gathering slickness before I slide in. She sucks in a loud gasp, her mouth opening in a silent cry.
I pump my finger in and out, feeling her tight walls clench around my finger. My tongue gets back to work. I glance up and see one of her hands slide up to play with her tits, taking them out of the bra, pinching and squeezing the nipples, I groan into her cunt, losing my mind watching her.
She’s so different than I thought. So secure, she knows exactly what she wants, what she needs, and she isn’t afraid to ask. “Andrew, oh god,” she groans, rocking her hips into my face.
Her other hand reaches down, tangling my hair between her fingers, holding my head hostage in her delectable pussy. I take that as a cue to add another finger, so I do, curling and pumping two fingers inside her.
“I’m so close,” she cries, rocking her body into mine. “Fuck, Andrew!”
I let my tongue do the hard work, not changing my rhythm, and feel her pussy clench tightly around me. Fuck, I can’t imagine how it would feel to have her do that on my cock.
Her thighs shake, holding my head still between her legs, and I am happy to stay where I am. I carry her through the aftershocks of her orgasm, until she shoves my head away, closing her legs to me. “Holy fuck,” she breathes heavily.
“Same, Josie-girl,” I state, smirking at her. Her hair is a disheveled mess, but honestly, I’m proud to have been the one to mess it up. I stand, ready to go for another round, but Josie’s flying off the couch, taking my cock in her mouth again before I can even say a word.
“Shit-” I curse. Her hand cups my balls again, rolling them in her fingers, while her mouth works me to an impressively fast climax. I barely even have time to register that I’m about to come, to warn her, when I feel my balls tighten. The release is nearly instantaneous.
“Josie,” I grunt, holding back the thrusts of my hips. My hand grips the nape of her neck, watching as she takes every drop of the cum.
When she slides her mouth off my cock this time, a drop of cum and spit slides out the corner, and her tongue darts out to lick it free.
“So, is it time for you to show me your shop?” Josie asks, standing up and grabbing her discarded shirt.
Holy hell, this girl.
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