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The sweet scent of her perfume floated in the air around us as I felt her straddle me. It sucked having my eyes closed because I could tell from the fishnet stockings I felt when I touched her legs that I definitely wanted to see whatever she was wearing.

She guided my hands up her thighs and then lowered one between her legs, where I was immediately greeted with warmth.

“Fuck, Mak,” I moaned, my fingers desperately trying to slide between her wet slit before she moved my hand away.

“Keep your eyes closed,” she warned as they fluttered slightly.

Then she guided my hands up her stomach, the silky softness of the fabric pleasant to touch before I felt the warmth of her skin as a pebbled nipple brushed against my finger.

She was wearing the lingerie she promised she would wear tonight and I couldn’t wait to actually see it.

“You know this is pure torture, right?”

“Relax, I’ll let you look in a minute,” she replied with a soft laugh. “I can already feel you getting hard beneath me and I promise I’ll be taking care of that here in a minute.”

My fingers rolled her nipples between them, my dick hardening more as she gasped and let out a throaty moan. I leaned forward, ready to suck them until she stopped me once again and climbed off.

“Don’t leave,” I whined.

“I’m not.” She laughed again. “Open your eyes.”

I wasted no time in opening them, immediately taking in the most gorgeous, perfect woman in front of me.

Her hair was down and curled in soft waves with makeup that brightened her eyes without being too much. But it was the red lipstick paired with the Mrs. Claus-looking lingerie that had my balls aching.

I knew that the bra portion was missing, but I couldn’t have prepared myself for how incredible her tits looked propped up and on full display. The sheer fabric hugged her curves and gave me a glimpse of her wet pussy as she stepped to the side to open her legs for me.

“You look fucking amazing,” I said, rubbing my thumb across the stubble on my jaw. “Fuck, Mak. I think you should wear this every day.”

“I don’t think the people of Sugarplum Falls would like that very much,” she replied, wrinkling her nose.

“I didn’t mean outside of this house,” I corrected with a chuckle. “No one willeversee you like this. This lingerie is reserved for only me, just like your pussy.”

“Well, then, in that case, I guess I should tell you that I bought more lingerie.”

“That’s the best news I’ve heard all day,” I teased, immediately regretting it because knowing that her stalker was now behind bars was technically the best news I’d heard all year. “Now come over here so I can eat that pussy.”

Her eyes widened slightly as a blush crept over her skin.

“I kinda thought I would give him some love first.” She was bashful, and it was adorable, but there was no way I would be able to sit through a blow job knowing her pussy was that accessible and waiting for me.

“He can wait. Come here.” I extended my hand to her, watching as she nervously climbed up on the couch in her heels. “Sit on my face.”

“What? Aiden, no! I don’t want to smother you!”

“You won’t. Now sit on my face.”

“What if I fall?”

“I won’t let you. Trust me.”

She eyed me suspiciously as she accepted my hand and lined herself up against my face. Making sure she couldn’t fall, I held her legs in place, still loving the heels she was wearing. Were they possibly going to poke holes in my couch from her standing on it? Possibly. Did I care? Not one bit.

I slid down and grabbed her hips to guide her until her pussy was lined up with my mouth. Then I wrapped my arms around the back of her thighs, holding her tightly as I swiped my tongue up her slit.

She gasped, and then I felt her fingers digging into my hair, pulling it as I licked her again and again. I loved this angle and being able to eat her easily with the crotchless panties. It was so fucking hot that my balls continued to ache, my cock begging for a release.

“Shit,” she hissed, squirming against me the way she always does when she’s close. “Aiden!”

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