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The next pussy cup barely overspills, so when I place my mouth to her entrance, there’s more wine to savor. I swallow down the heady mix of Sancerre and Phoenix, enjoying how she trembles and moans.
“Your cunt looks beautiful, oozing all that wine. Who needs crystalware when I have you?”
I drizzle wine over her hairless mound, letting it trickle down her swollen clit, pussy lips, and ass.
Phoenix whimpers. “Please.”
“Please, what? Miss Stahl,” I say, my voice choked. “Enunciate your words.”
“Eat me.”
The desperation in her tone hits me straight in the balls. All thoughts of toys and wine and blackmail vanish, leaving my naked desire.
I lurch forward on my stool, and explore every fold and contour of her pussy with my tongue, memorizing which spots make her gasp, which make her moan. It takes several long licks to remove all traces of the wine, and now all that’s left is Phoenix.
Her taste is incredible—warm and rich. I ease the silicone toy out from her cunt, wanting to hold her open with just my lips and fingers and tongue.
So far, I have barely grazed her clit, and the little nub stands bright and erect. I swirl the tip of my tongue around its base, only to have Phoenix hiss through her teeth.
“This,” she says, elongating the S. “More, please.”
I run my tongue over the engorged nub, and slip my finger into her opening. Her inner muscles clamp around the digit, explaining why I had trouble keeping the silicone toy open.
“My, what a tight pussy you have,” I growl.
“All the better for fucking you with,” she says through clenched teeth.
The Little Red Riding Hood reference eases the sexual tension, enough for me to snort a laugh. Phoenix is a delight, and I look forward to exploring more.
“Keep talking like that,” I say, my lips grazing her sweet clitoris, “And I’ll forget why I’m down here.”
“No, sorry, please,” she says, her hips jerking.
She adds a string of nonsensical words which culminate into a plea for more cunnilingus.
Slap!I deliver a light spank to her inner thigh.
“Aaaah,” she cries out with a mixture of surprise and delight.
“No talking while I’m eating,” I say with a smirk.
Phoenix falls silent.
I close my lips around her clit, lavishing it with open-mouthed kisses that make her buck and moan. The only trace of wine that remains is the scent, but it’s barely noticeable under the heat of her arousal.
She moans and trembles beneath me as I drive her toward a crescendo of cries. I’m drowning in Phoenix. She’s everywhere—in my ears, on my tongue, infusing my every nerve.
Without even thinking about it, I’m popping open the buttons of my jeans and stroking my cock in time to her moans.
I’m never this needy, especially not so soon after climaxing, but there’s something about this woman that infuses my libido. She’s my own personal aphrodisiac, sent by providence to lighten my stay in this dreary seaside town.
Before I can consider what I’m going to do with her when my mission is complete, she lets out a keening sound that makes my ears ring. Her thighs tremble within the stirrups, and the rest of her body convulses.
Her muscles clamp around the finger in her pussy with deep concussions I can almost feel around my shaft.
Euphoria takes control of my senses. My balls draw up, and I come in a hot rush, my release spilling to the floor.
I slump forward, my tongue tracing slow circles around her pulsing clit.
