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He moved his head up the bottom of my dress.

Yes…yes…yes…

He reached my hot mound and I bucked, trying to put it closer to his face. He licked me over my panties, swirling his tongue around the thin cotton barricade that prevented his mouth from really reaching me. But I could feel him. It was the oral sex version of dry humping. And I wanted to hump the shit out of him, knowing it wouldn’t be dry at all.

“I taste your pussy,” he said. “It tastes so good.”

I was so fucking horny. I felt my eyes roll back. He was driving me insane.

Then he did something I would have never expected, especially in a public place. He took both of his hands, reached up to the neck of my dress, and yanked, ripping it open. My breasts spilled out, gravity taking over and pulling them to the sides even with my bra doing its best to keep my sizeable boobs secure.

I gasped.

“Are you crazy?” I asked.

“I hate that fucking dress,” he said as he ripped it further, all the way to my waist, leaving me nothing but a black mini skirt with an odd set of drapes dangling over the sides of the slide.

Well you could have said that shit earlier and I would’ve changed, buddy.

But my internal jokes weren’t flowing out of my mouth as quickly as my next gasp, when he shoved more ice into his mouth and went to the top of my waistline. His cold mouth licked the soft spot on my stomach between my pubic hair and my belly button.

I leaned up to see if anyone could see us and there was no one in sight. We were alone.

I reached down with one hand and slid the right side of my new skirt down, revealing half of my trimmed spot and my right butt cheek. Braden was a good boy and met me half way, taking his ice filled mouth to the crease between my leg and my wet pussy.

He pulled the skirt down and licked my thigh, getting closer and closer to my ass. For the first time, ever, I wanted it licked. I wanted him to keep going all the way to my second hole. I lifted my right leg trying to guide him further down.

He withdrew his mouth and moved back up to my stomach.

I’m going to kill him.

My pussy, my ass, all of it ached. I don’t know if you can secrete sexual juices from your butthole, but if it’s possible, I was doing it. I felt soaked down there. And he was once again denying me the pleasure of feeling his tongue lapping it up.

His palm pressed against me though and his fingers found my clit, again, not going beneath the panties. I wanted to scream. Any other guy would have fucked me by now. At least that’s how it had always happened in the past.

Not this guy.

And as much as I loved every damned second of it, I hated it at the same time. I hated him. And I wanted him even more because of it.

“Put your finger inside me,” I begged.

“Is that a request?”

“Damn it! Yes, yes, yes it’s a fucking request. Put something inside of me. I can’t take it anymore.”

I’d lost one request. Two left. And as I silently did the math in my head, his hand found its way back to my skirt. He dipped down below it, pulled my panties to the side, and it was exactly what I needed.

He twirled around my pussy a few times with his finger, getting it wet with my juices, then I felt it. It was like someone had pushed a button on me and I was finally allowed to breathe. And I did. And I think I breathed too hard.

I heard a slight chuckle and then he was fucking me with his finger. I reached out with my left hand and pulled him on top of me. With my right hand I held out the mirror and tried to get a glimpse of him plugging away at my hot and dripping pussy.

He wasn’t done yet.

His mouth made its way back up to my chest. With his left hand he poured ice into his mouth and then tossed the cup to the grass.

He didn’t bother with a clasp. He had one hand busy and the other was either too clumsy or too greedy because he just yanked the cups of my bra up over my breasts. It hurt. But it was okay.

His tongue reached for my right breast and as I stared down at him I could see the rock hard bud of my nipple silhouetted in front of his face. He was coming for it and if it were possible to get any more turned on when a guy was fingering you this was that moment.

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