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Leaning in, I kissed the top of her pussy, glancing up as she gasped. Standing, I moved in between her legs and kissed her neck again, sliding the bra straps off her shoulders. With every move, I felt the frustration leaving me bit by bit. My dick was throbbing, but sex wasn’t on the table yet.

She was so innocent, so pure. Exposing her utterly perfect breasts, I couldn’t resist and had to take a bite of each. As I nipped at them, Cindy arched back, breathing harder. Reaching around her, I found the clasp and released it. The bra loosened, and she sat up, allowing it to drop to where her top lay on the vanity.

Cindy smiled at me as she leaned back and closed her eyes again. Moving my hands over her shoulders, I left soft trails over her breasts. With each touch, she wiggled a little. Kissing her breasts again, I pursued a path down her center with my tongue. My hands led the way, moving down to the inside of her thighs.

Delicately I moved first one thumb, then the other over her pussy lips. She squirmed a bit more as I kissed the top of her pussy again before kissing left and right. As I left soft lovebites on her inner thighs, I moved my fingers in between her pussy lips. Pushing the tip of one finger a tad into her, I felt her tightness.

With each move, my hunger for her increased; I wanted her more than anything. I wished I could just fuck her brains out. But I knew she was special and that, in time, it might happen. Moving my head between her legs, I licked her, needing to taste all she had to offer. Cindy inhaled quickly and trembled as my tongue played within the folds of her pussy.

Going down on my knees, I placed her legs over my shoulders, holding her butt tightly. I felt her fingers sliding into my hair as she gasped for air. Licking up and down in quick sessions, she arched more driving her pussy into my mouth.

Sticking my tongue into her, she grabbed hold of the vanity, moaning and shaking her head. Moving slowly at first, I felt her trembles increasing with each flick of my tongue. I’d push into her and pull out, licking hard at her clitoris, then stick my tongue back inside her.

Cindy grabbed hold of my hair as I moved quicker and quicker. Stopping, I reached up and squeezed her nipples; she moaned louder this time. Carefully twisting her nipples, she bit down on her lip, trying to keep from screaming as she moaned.

Moving back down, I pulled her pussy lips apart with my fingers. Her clitoris was now completely exposed. Moving in I sucked it into my mouth and held it between my teeth as my tongue played up and down over it. Cindy moaned, gasped, and shifted around as I continued. Her fingers tightened in my hair with each flick of my tongue.

Feeling her arms trembling, I knew she was close. Her grip on my hair was tight, and I felt her starting to pull me back. Sticking my tongue deep into her, I sucked at her pussy. Cindy’s body was shaking rapidly. She was trying to speak, but her breathing was labored, and her moans were much more audible.

Withdrawing vaguely, I spoke faintly. “Relax, sweetness.”

Her grip on my hair eased, and I went in for the final touch. Keeping her pussy lips open with my fingers, I also inserted two into her. I tugged them outward delicately, opening her pussy.

I moved my tongue up and down, nibbled on her clitoris, and then pushed up into her. Cindy arched, vibrated, and moaned as I continued this pattern. I continued until I could taste her. She flowed like a waterfall as she heaved and pleaded for air.

Lowering her legs, I moved back up her body. Cindy wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in. She kissed me with more passion than I expected. After a while, I pulled back feeling completely relaxed, I could focus again.

Smiling at her, I stepped away as I spoke tenderly. “Supper?”

Cindy nodded, and I left, heading downstairs. She came down a bit later after showering. After dinner, we went to bed, her perfection and what we had just done filling my thoughts.

Chapter 13 - Cindy

It had been two days since our amazing interaction on the bathroom cabinet. Sitting on the edge of the bed, my mind wandered as feelings of rejection started to surface. Leon was absent more and more. When he was here, he made sure we weren’t alone.

These feelings of rejection were suffocating me. Turning sideways, I flopped to the bed as a lonely tear ran down my face. My mood was dark, and I didn’t feel like doing anything. I wanted to go home. I longed to return to a life before all this turmoil.

Hearing the door open, I lifted my head to see who it was, hoping Leon had come to his senses. But it was Mila peeking her head around the door.

“Hey, you didn’t come down for breakfast. Is everything okay?” I could hear the concern in her voice.

Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes, hoping to keep the new tears trying to force their way out at bay. Mila stepped into the room, glanced back at the hall, and then closed the door. “Hey, what’s the matter?”

“It’s nothing,” I replied standing and heading for the bathroom. How could I tell her what I was feeling? I didn’t even know why it was bothering me so much. After rinsing my face, I returned to the room where Mila still waited.

“Do you want to talk?” she asked in a neutral tone.

I thought about it for a moment and then nodded as I decided to give it a try. I wasn’t sure how she would feel about it, but I really needed someone. Mila walked closer and sat down next to me. I could only hope she would understand as I myself didn’t understand.

I kept my focus on the floor as I started. “I feel a bit unsure of myself, somewhat ugly or rather unwanted.”

“What, you, never,” Mila said as she bent forward, trying to look at my face. “You're so sweet, everyone loves you.”

“Leon’s been avoiding me. We had…” I took a deep breath glancing at her. “Something happened but since then, he’s been very distant. It’s like he suddenly has no interest in me.” Turning to face Mila, I continued. “Am I ugly?” I felt my heart breaking as the words left my mouth, and tears started their journey down my cheeks.

“No,” Mila said in a soft tone. “No, you’re surely not ugly, girl. You are gorgeous.”

My voice quivered as I spoke. “Then why doesn’t he want me?”

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