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“It’s beautiful.” I could feel her warm breath as she said it. “It’s a great size. And you’ve got two balls! Thank God!”
It was the weirdest fucking thing a girl on her knees had ever said to me, but it was making my cock pulse with need.
“You have the perfect dick.” Her words were coming out all breathy. “It’s making my mouth water.”
Fuck. “You want a taste of it, sweetheart?”
She glanced at the smartwatch on her wrist. “By my estimate, we’ve only got about four more minutes, but that should do the trick.”
Four more minutes for what? I had no clue what she was talking about, but I didn’t care because she was licking her lips and unbuttoning her shirt.
“I really like my nipples played with while I suck cock. It gets me off. Pinch and squeeze them, both of them, but not too hard.”
Okay. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. This was a bit fast and unexpected, but it was exactly what I wanted right now. Damn, this girl was perfect.
She opened her shirt and then pulled her bra cups down under her tits. She didn’t have huge tits, but they looked gorgeous raised up as if in offering, especially propped up by her bra. It was a beautiful sight. My dick certainly appreciated it. I was seeping and Angelique hadn’t even touched me yet.
I tweaked both her nipples gently at the same time, and she let out a hum of appreciation as she slid her hand into the waistband of her skirt.
“You’re going to touch yourself, sweetheart?”
She nodded.
“Then, I want to watch. Pull your skirt up so I can see.”
“Yessss,” she hissed. She pulled up her skirt, and she wasn’t wearing anything under it. She spread her knees wide on the floor so I could get a good look. Then she slid her finger over her sex. Her flesh was glistening and pink. I could smell her arousal.
Fuck, this date was turning out better and better.
First, she checked her watch and then slid her lips over my cock. She felt like heaven. She was fairly skilled, taking me deep, working with my rhythm as I thrust into her mouth. Since my hands were busy playing with both of her nipples, I couldn’t anchor her to get any hard thrusts in. Even though my thrusts were shallow, her cheeks were caving in as she hoovered me hard. Watching her touch herself was the icing on the cake because this girl was not shy. She was fucking herself with her fingers and moaning around my cock. It was hot, and I was already imagining all the things I wanted to do to her.
Suddenly, she stopped bobbing on my cock and brought her wrist up to her face to check her watch. She stopped for a moment to read a text. I patiently waited, even though it felt like torture, softly running my thumbs over her taut nipples.
She pulled her mouth off my cock. “Sorry, time’s up. If you want to cum, you’ve got about one more minute. So hurry up.”
One more minute? What the hell?
She sucked my cock back into her mouth and started bobbing on it frantically. I took one of my hands off her stiff nipple and wound my fingers through her hair, so I could guide her head back and forth on my cock as I thrust hard into her mouth.
She was fucking me deep with her mouth and she had no trouble taking it all. She reached up and started fondling my balls. That should do it. Another few thrusts. She pressed a finger against my asshole and two thrusts later, I spurt down her throat.
She milked me for everything I had, pulled off, licked her lips, and then asked where the bathroom was. While she was gone, I got myself together. I was feeling loose-limbed and fantastic.
She came back, kissed me on the lips, and then her lips trailed across my jaw toward my ear. She whispered, “I didn’t cum, so you owe me one, lover-boy.”
I grinned at her. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll have you screaming, sweetheart.”
She patted my chest. “I’ll hold you to it. We’ve got to go now.”
I remembered she wasn’t wearing any panties, so my hand slid down to her ass as we exited my house. Living out in the suburbs, there was no one around to see my hand as it slipped under her skirt and grabbed a firm ass cheek. I half expected her to playfully bat my hand away, but she didn’t.
There was a minivan in my driveway and it took me a few seconds to realize it must be hers. It wasn’t the type of car I expected her to have.
Then, as we approached, I realized there were kids in the car. Lots of kids.
I was puzzled and a little uneasy as I got into the passenger seat. The kids, all clearly under the age of ten, were either yelling or crying.
When Angelique got behind the wheel, the oldest one, a boy about seven years old, yelled, “Mom, that took way too long. I’m so hungry!”
