drowned in lust. I feel her hands inch their way back to my hips. Feel my panties slip down over my thighs. Trance-like, I step out of them. I know I am not in my right mind. But I don’t give a damn! I am horny!
So fucking horny!
“Eat my pussy,” I say in a throaty whisper.
She grins, inching downward, squatting as she pushes my legs apart, spreading them wide. She wastes no time devouring my pussy with her hot, wet mouth. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming with pleasure as she feasts on my sex, sucking the folds of my pussy lips…licking my clit and pulling it in with her teeth…dipping her tongue into my hot, sticky hole.
I am not supposed to be enjoying this…her tongue and mouth all over my pussy, but I am. “Oh, God, yes.”
She pulls her tongue out of me, grabbing my hips. “Turn around. I wanna eat this sweet pussy from the back.” I do as she’s asked. My ass jiggles in her face as she grabs each cheek with her hands and shakes. She slaps it again. Tells me how she loves the way my soft, juicy ass quivers in her hands. “Pull open your ass for me.”
I reach in back of me, and pull open my cheeks. No man has ever eaten me out this way—with skillful precision. Karalyn’s tongue work is breathtakingly superior. Yes, I’ve had my share of some great pussy eaters, but what Karalyn is doing to me with her mouth and tongue could quickly become an addiction.
“Oh yes…mmmmm…eat that pussy, baby…oooooh…” I wind my hips. Bounce my ass up on her tongue. “Get that shit…oooh, yessss…”
Karalyn has my whole body overtaken by lust. She has me saying shit I am sure I will regret saying when it is all said and done. When her lapping tongue goes from my slippery slit to my asshole, I buck my hips and start speaking in tongue. “Ooohfeelso goodooooohfeelsooooogoodoohoohoohooh…getitgetitgetitgetit…”
Panting and moaning, my juices flow out into her mouth likea roaring river. She gulps and swallows every last drop, then gives my clit a long, lingering kiss, then stands up, leaving my cunt starving for more.
Gasping as she gazes at me, my eyes lock onto hers for several stunned moments as she slowly licks her glistening lips, then kisses me—sharing her tongue and my sticky nectar with me.
As always, I taste delicious.
Five minutes after Karalyn leaves the bathroom, I return to my table where Jarrod is still sitting, glancing at his watch. He looks up at me. “Oh, there you are. I didn’t know if I should dial Nine-One-One or not. I was starting to get…” he frowns, concern etching over his face. “Is everything all right? You look flushed.”
No, I’m not. My pussy is wet and wide open and aching to be fucked.
I place a hand up to my forehead. “Yes, I mean, no.” I fan myself. “I’m a little hot”— yeah and very bothered —“that’s all. Let’s say we skip dessert and get out of here.” So you can finish up what Karalyn started . “I really like the idea of us making our own dessert.”
He grins, standing up. “The check’s already paid. Let’s go.”
Eight
“We need to talk,” Karalyn says, brushing past me the minute I open the door. Her tone is as icy as the weather outside. I’m not surprised to see her. It’s been two weeks since I’ve last seen her. She looks beautiful wrapped in a full-length fur. “I want to know why you’ve been avoiding me?”
I shut the door behind her, pulling the belt to my robe tighter around my waist. “I haven’t been avoiding you. I’ve been busy.”
She whirls around and faces me. Hand on hip. “If you’re going to lie to me, Ava, at least make it a believable one.”
She’s right. Although I haven’t flat-out ignored her emails or text messages, I’ve purposefully avoided talking to her on the phone, in fear that hearing her voice would make it more difficult than it already is to stay away from her. Like hot, melted Godiva chocolate drizzled over Häagen-Dazs ice cream, I’ve come to
So fucking horny!
“Eat my pussy,” I say in a throaty whisper.
She grins, inching downward, squatting as she pushes my legs apart, spreading them wide. She wastes no time devouring my pussy with her hot, wet mouth. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming with pleasure as she feasts on my sex, sucking the folds of my pussy lips…licking my clit and pulling it in with her teeth…dipping her tongue into my hot, sticky hole.
I am not supposed to be enjoying this…her tongue and mouth all over my pussy, but I am. “Oh, God, yes.”
She pulls her tongue out of me, grabbing my hips. “Turn around. I wanna eat this sweet pussy from the back.” I do as she’s asked. My ass jiggles in her face as she grabs each cheek with her hands and shakes. She slaps it again. Tells me how she loves the way my soft, juicy ass quivers in her hands. “Pull open your ass for me.”
I reach in back of me, and pull open my cheeks. No man has ever eaten me out this way—with skillful precision. Karalyn’s tongue work is breathtakingly superior. Yes, I’ve had my share of some great pussy eaters, but what Karalyn is doing to me with her mouth and tongue could quickly become an addiction.
“Oh yes…mmmmm…eat that pussy, baby…oooooh…” I wind my hips. Bounce my ass up on her tongue. “Get that shit…oooh, yessss…”
Karalyn has my whole body overtaken by lust. She has me saying shit I am sure I will regret saying when it is all said and done. When her lapping tongue goes from my slippery slit to my asshole, I buck my hips and start speaking in tongue. “Ooohfeelso goodooooohfeelsooooogoodoohoohoohooh…getitgetitgetitgetit…”
Panting and moaning, my juices flow out into her mouth likea roaring river. She gulps and swallows every last drop, then gives my clit a long, lingering kiss, then stands up, leaving my cunt starving for more.
Gasping as she gazes at me, my eyes lock onto hers for several stunned moments as she slowly licks her glistening lips, then kisses me—sharing her tongue and my sticky nectar with me.
As always, I taste delicious.
Five minutes after Karalyn leaves the bathroom, I return to my table where Jarrod is still sitting, glancing at his watch. He looks up at me. “Oh, there you are. I didn’t know if I should dial Nine-One-One or not. I was starting to get…” he frowns, concern etching over his face. “Is everything all right? You look flushed.”
No, I’m not. My pussy is wet and wide open and aching to be fucked.
I place a hand up to my forehead. “Yes, I mean, no.” I fan myself. “I’m a little hot”— yeah and very bothered —“that’s all. Let’s say we skip dessert and get out of here.” So you can finish up what Karalyn started . “I really like the idea of us making our own dessert.”
He grins, standing up. “The check’s already paid. Let’s go.”
Eight
“We need to talk,” Karalyn says, brushing past me the minute I open the door. Her tone is as icy as the weather outside. I’m not surprised to see her. It’s been two weeks since I’ve last seen her. She looks beautiful wrapped in a full-length fur. “I want to know why you’ve been avoiding me?”
I shut the door behind her, pulling the belt to my robe tighter around my waist. “I haven’t been avoiding you. I’ve been busy.”
She whirls around and faces me. Hand on hip. “If you’re going to lie to me, Ava, at least make it a believable one.”
She’s right. Although I haven’t flat-out ignored her emails or text messages, I’ve purposefully avoided talking to her on the phone, in fear that hearing her voice would make it more difficult than it already is to stay away from her. Like hot, melted Godiva chocolate drizzled over Häagen-Dazs ice cream, I’ve come to
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