Page 16 of The Naughty Virgin

Evidently the brunette was so stunned that she couldn’t manage more, rooted in place, her eyes feasting on my male physique. So chuckling, I did it for her. Without losing a moment, I grabbed her by the waist and ripped that little plaid number right off her body, leaving Evie in nothing but her panties and a pair of high-heeled Mary Janes.

“I told you to take off your skirt,” I growled threateningly. “And if you don’t do it, then it’s too fucking bad,” I said, dropping the limp piece of fabric onto the floor.

“But Mr. Phillips,” she gasped, looking at the destroyed clothing, the skirt in nothing but tatters now. “What am I going to wear outside? Oh my god, how am I going to leave this classroom?”

And I shrugged.

“You’ll figure something out,” I growled before grabbing her and pulling that curvy form to me again. “We’ll figure it out,” I assured her, and with that, it was on.

I kissed her again, my hands stroking everywhere, across the little tummy, caressing her wide hips and finally dipping down into the vee between her legs.

“Oh!” she cried, “oh oh oh!”

I chuckled deeply. Evie’s pussy had gushed again, the lacy fabric dark and sopping at the crotch.

“Turn around baby girl,” I commanded, and this time she obeyed.

Whirling like a ballerina, she spun so that her back was to me and bent down, her head between her knees, running her hands down the sleek length of her calves to grab her ankles.

“Be-be gentle with me, okay Mr. Phillips? Be gentle,” she breathed.

And a low growl crept out from my chest. But I didn’t bother to reply because there were more important things to be done. Slowly, I inched her panties over her ass until her peachy globes were bare. I kissed each one, tonguing the fullness, savoring the meaty flesh before pulling her panties down entirely and coaxing her to step out.

“Mmm,” she moaned, kicking them off. “Mmmm.”

“Have you been good?” I intoned, running my big palms lightly up and down the backs of her thighs, squeezing the heft, the fullness. I love a curvy girl, I love being able to get big handfuls of juicy flesh, biting into real woman.

“I have,” she breathed. “I promise.”

“Show me the grape then,” I rasped. “It better be the same grape I pushed inside yesterday.”

And with slow hands, the little girl reached up to her butt and pulled the orbs apart, baring everything from clit to ass. And right between her labia, snugly tucked in there, was a shiny bit of light green. It peeped out from between her nether lips, the pink glistening and slick, embracing it, cushioning the fruit between her folds.

And I had to taste. Leaning forwards, I ran my tongue up her pussy lips, letting the flat trail across the skin of the grape, lapping up that sweet succulent nectar.

“Ohhh!” she squealed, eyes clenched tight, her pussy clenching instinctively. “Ohhh!”

And I chuckled deep in my chest before going back in for another taste, running my tongue up and down her fleshy labia, nipping, biting lightly at the puffy lips before giving her another few deep laps, trailing my tongue from clit all the way up to her asshole, pausing only to push my tongue into that dark secret space, spear her a bit.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, eyes flying open to stare at me over her shoulder. “Did you …?”

I nodded, my mouth still pressed against her folds, my mouth and chin completely covered with female ambrosia.

“I did, baby girl,” I ground out. “Every part of you tastes good, including your butt.”

“Oh my god, oh my god,” she chanted, moaning a bit as I continued tonguing that secret space. But I wanted the grape out first.

“Baby,” I murmured as I speared into her, “I’m gonna pull it out of you now.”

And she couldn’t answer, the sensations too strong, distracting her from hearing my words.

So I caressed her vaginal lips a bit, running a finger up and down that sweet, slick flesh, but I wasn’t about to hook it in and pop it out with my hand. Hell no, that was too easy. Instead my pressed my face into her pussy and began fishing with my tongue, trying to nudge the grape out with a bit of oral acrobatics.

“Ohhhh fuuuuuuck!” Evie squealed, clutching her ankles again, boobs heaving, rump swaying as I dug around inside her with my tongue. “Fuuuuuck!”

And I just growled low in my throat with satisfaction, continuing my oral ministrations. It’s tougher than you think. A grape is small, smooth and slippery and there was so much fucking cream that I was slipping and sliding inside, pushing this way and that with no luck. The sensations only made Evie gush more, warm liquid pouring out of her cunt hole, a geyser welling up from deep inside, slipping down my throat.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “You taste amazing but this is fucking hard. You’re too wet,” I slapped her ass.

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