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“About?”

“Your mouth is beautiful.”

“I know.”

“Full of my cock.”

Kat always tries to dominate. She’s always aware of what’s happening and what I’m doing to her, even when she’s high on orgasm. But I want to see her disarmed and beautiful in that pure feminine way.

“Let’s take care of you, wild thing.”

I go behind her and take a moment to enjoy the view of her bare butt. I give it a stroke with my fingers, her body twitching at the touch as she can’t see what I’m doing. I go down on my knees behind her, the bean bag sinking under my weight. Who would’ve known that a giant bean bag is the best sex prop?

Bracing my hands on each side of Kat’s body, I lean over and flick my tongue between her legs, giving her pussy a tiny lick.

She gasps.

“You like that?”

Of course, she likes that. I repeat the motion. Then again.

She’s slick with juices that drip down her thighs—my wild thing got all turned on from being fucked in her mouth. Good.

I push her thighs apart. “Open your legs for me, kitten. More. Like that. Perfect.”

Her toes barely touch the seat, her butt is so high up that her pussy looks like an exotic flower, and I’m about to eat the fuck out of it.

I tease her pussy lips apart with my fingers and let my tongue do the work.

We’ve done this before, but it’s peculiar how sex acquires a different energy when it’s laced with feelings.

I’m not playing with her tonight. There’s nothing to prove to each other. I don’t want to trick her or tease her. I want her to lose herself as I fuck her. I want her helpless with need and desperate for my attention. I want to drive her over the edge so hard that she learns to let go every time in the future.

I lick her thoroughly, working her sex, rubbing my tongue on her swollen clit, once in a while doing a long swipe from front to back all the way up to her tailbone.

Kat makes an inarticulate sound, a mewl that turns into a sexy sob. She’s so responsive that it’s not a job to lick her pussy but a pleasure, her sexual need and eager response edging me, making my dick swell again.

“Faster,” she exhales.

There she is, ordering. Right now, I listen. The louder her moans get, the more desperate I get with the need to have my dick inside her again.

She cries out when she comes, so needy, so beautiful, her pussy dripping on my tongue as she pushes it in my face.

“Round two will be a duet,” I inform her with a smile, pushing to my feet.

I lean with my knees onto the bean bag, pull her a little lower down, and bring my cock to her entrance. She’s still lost in her orgasm, but I don’t give her time to recover when I drive hard inside her.

She cries out.

“Right there,” I grunt in relief as I thrust inside her again and right away set the tempo.

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KAT

Archer thrustsin and out of me with long, drawn-out, rhythmical strokes.

My pussy is on fire. He didn’t give me a break, going from fucking my mouth, then licking me meticulously, tastefully, like he was doing it for him, not for me. And while I was still high on orgasm, he entered me with one hard thrust, making my toes curl in pleasure.

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