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“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Henry said, laughing softly. “I’ve had some pretty shitty relationships in the past.”
“I’m not talking about your past relationships. I’m talking about your present one.”
“With who?”
“Who do you think?” Jenny said.
“You?”
“No, the other girl in your living room.”
“You call fucking two months ago and then not talking to each until right now a relationship?”
“According to the strict definition, yes,” Jenny said. “Of course, it’s not a traditional relationship, but I was led to believe you weren’t a traditional type of guy.”
“Fair enough,” Henry said. “So what kind of a relationship is it?”
“The best kind,” she replied. “One where neither party has any commitment to the other. One where there’s no emotions involved, no messiness, no stupid shit. One that entails getting together every once in a while and fucking our brains out in crazy, filthy, animalistic ways, sometimes drunk, sometimes sober, sometimes high, depending on the day.”
Henry looked at her for a moment. He had to admit, it sounded like the perfect setup. He certainly didn’t have any desire to be in a “normal” relationship; he just didn’t think he’d ever find himself in one like Jenny was spelling out.
“And that’s the kind of relationship you’re looking for?” he asked.
“I’m sure as hell not looking for love,” Jenny said. “Are you?”
“Not at all.”
“Then what do you say? Do you think you can handle just having meaningless, casual, incredibly nasty sex with me on a semi-regular basis without any threat of a deep emotional connection?”
Henry pretended to think about it for a moment. “I think I could probably handle something like that.”
Smiling, Jenny climbed up off the chair and started towards him. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” he said, looking up at her as she stopped right in front of him.
“Good,” Jenny said. “Because I’m horny as hell.” She dropped to her knees and pushed his legs open and leaned in towards him and started undoing the button on his pants. Looking up at him with mock-innocence from down between his legs, she said, “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Not at all,” Henry said, lifting his butt up off the couch so she could slip the pants off his legs. His dick was already starting to get hard. It wasn’t quite standing at attention yet but it was getting there.
“Now that’s the Henry Stevenson I remember from New Year’s Eve,” Jenny said, taking Henry’s cock in her hand and stroking it. “Such a nice big cock. Do you still remember what to do with it?”
“Oh, I think I can figure it out.”
Jenny laughed. “I’m sure you can.” She wrapped her lips around his cock and took it halfway down before popping it back out again. “With something this beautiful, I’m sure you’ve had lots of practice.”
She went back to work on his cock, mixing it up like a pro, sucking on the tip while jerking him off, playing with his balls, and taking it nearly all the way down her throat while maintaining eye contact the entire time. It was an incredibly sloppy blowjob, with tons of spit; Jenny obviously knew what she was doing down there.
After a couple minutes of blowing him, Jenny leaned back and pulled her shirt off, revealing her perfect, perky tits. She took his cock and pressed it up against her chest, between her breasts, and proceeding to bounce on it, the saliva leftover from her blow job acting as a lubricant. Not quite a titty-fuck but it had the same effect. She was totally into it, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her eyes locked directly on his.
Henry wasn’t sure if it was the look of pure intensity Jenny was giving him or simply the physical sensation of what she was doing to him, but it was getting him way too excited for his own good. He needed to find a way to give himself a little break.
He grabbed ahold of her hair and lifted her head up off his cock, leaned forward, and locked his mouth onto hers. She enthusiastically kissed him back, and soon they were exploring each other’s mouths with sloppy intensity.
Henry grabbed ahold of Jenny’s left breast and gave it a squeeze, then ran his hand down her flat stomach and started rubbing her pussy through her panties.
He marveled at how quickly Jenny’s panties soaked through. Ten seconds, maybe less, and they were completely drenched. It was becoming readily apparent to him that this girl truly was a freak. A sex machine. And for some reason she had chosen him to be her little playmate. He decided that he had to do everything in his power to make her happy. Pull out all the stops. Make sure he satisfied her enough to keep her coming back.
Henry grabbed her by the legs, picked her up, spun her around, and dropped her on the couch, facing him. He then dropped to his knees, slipped her panties off, spread her legs, and started eating her pussy. Jenny let out a surprised little squeal which quickly turned into a giggle and then into a moan of pleasure as Henry started going at it more aggressively.
