“Play?”
Grinning wickedly, I raised her arm and kissed along the words I’d written there five years ago.
Beautiful Little Flirt
“When you saw my cock, you seemed taken aback.” I grabbed the loofah again and urged her to stand. I ran it across her breasts, and tried to go between her legs, but she took it from me.
“I can do that.”
“Well, do a good job, because I’m starving.”
Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed.
“You seem so shy, despite being a full-fledged woman now. Have you not had a man who truly wanted to ravage you?”
She dipped into the water to hide as she cleaned herself, refusing to make eye contact.
“I—”
“When we were last together, you were my beautiful little flirt.” I pulled her back to my lap when she was done and pushed her legs apart. My fingers found her pussy. She was soaking. I ran my fingers up her slit and she gasped, her back arching. “You were a virgin then, so pure, so innocent. I thought by now, you’d be more experienced, more bold, more vocal about what you wanted. Why are you still soquiet and innocent, Daisy?”
I pushed a finger inside of her. She was incredibly tight, her walls hugging me for dear life.
“Aah—” she gasped.
“I don’t want you to be my beautiful little flirt anymore.” I removed my digit and gently urged her up.
“What?” She blinked with confusion.
I stood and made a circle motion with the finger that’d been inside her moments before. With her brow furrowed and her lip jutted in a pout, she did as requested. I grabbed her shoulders and moved her, trading her places.
“Get on your knees and grab the edge of the bath,” I ordered, helping her onto the step.
“Um...”
“Do as you’re told, Daisy.” I ran my hand over her soapy ass. She was fucking gorgeous.
I bent and kissed her ass cheek. She yelped and jumped forward.
“Gatsby!”
I chuckled and pushed her legs further apart. “What? Has no one ever praised your body before? Daisy...” I kissed her ass again, and began trailing kisses inward, spreading her cheeks as I went. “I plan on praising you every day for the rest of our lives.”
Her breathing grew labored and her body tensed. “Gatsby, what are you doing?” she squeaked as I ran my tongue along her tight, puckered hole. She jumped, but my hands on her calves kept her down. “Gatsby!”
I ran my tongue up her slit, rubbing her arousal all over her hole. Her pussy was completely smooth, which turned me on immensely. I lapped at her center, tasting paradise. Soon, her muscles loosened and she moaned. Then, I slid a finger inside her pussy and began to pump, moving my tongue back up to her asshole.
“Oh,” she groaned.
“Good girl, Daisy,” I muttered, probing the forbidden entrance. I was positive that I was the only man to ever explore this with her. I was going to leave her shaking, panting, and needing more. I fucked her with my finger while swirling my tongue around her asshole. “I’d hoped, when we finally set eyes on each other again, you’d be a freak?—”
Her body tightened, and she moaned.
That’s right, Daisy, come all over my face.
“Oh, Gatsby!” she screamed as her body exploded, her pussy pulsing on my finger and her asshole flexing as she came. I jutted my tongue deeper inside, and she arched, pushing into me. When she came down, I ran my tongue along her ass cheek, grinning ear to ear.
“That’s the best thing one can be in this world. A beautiful little freak, like me.”
