Page 7 of Dizzy

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy.”

Our eyes meet in the mirror. Her lips turn up in a small, wary smile. “I do?”

She cranes her neck to try and see. I can’t help chuckling.

“What makes it pretty?” she demands.

Ain’t that a hell of a question.

“Look how wet and slippery it is for me. Touch it, baby.”

She shifts her hips and pushes up on her arms, nervous. I love watching her face. She’s sneaking peeks at me in the mirror. My face. My chest. The tent in my jeans. I like her eyes on me.

She’s waiting for something.

Maybe for me to go first.

I unzip my pants. My cock springs free. She smothers a gasp. Yeah. I’m one that’s big all over.

“We really doing this?” she pants, breathless.

“We’re really doing this.” I stroke my cock. It can’t get no harder, though.

She works her hand between her legs. Her delicate fingers slip-slide through her juices. She keeps darting shy glances at me in the mirror.

“Show me how you like it.” I don’t know where this bossy shit is coming from. It ain’t my usual style. She’s seems down with it, though. “Show me what you do when you’re alone.”

Her face is flushing, her expression dazed. She finds her clit, circling the nub with her middle finger. She neglects her slit, shiny with cream. I want to fill her. I want to slam my aching cock into that tight hole. She’s so hot, her eyes now glued on my cock as I work myself hard, smearing precum root to tip.

“Does that feel good?” I ask.

She mumbles.

“Squeeze that titty. Pinch the nipple. Hard.”

She has to push up to do what I say, and she readjusts her stance, tilting her hips higher until I can see deep in her sweet, dewy pussy.

She’s fuckin’ beautiful.

“Now show me. Show me those puffy nipples.” She half rises, cupping herself, offering herself to me in the mirror. She’s into it, biting her lower lip in concentration, bright red from her chest to her cheeks.

My lower spine’s tingling, and my balls are getting tight. Would she let me cum on those sweet tits, rub my cum in those rosy, raw nipples?

This is a dream—the best dream. I don’t even want to cum, not before she does.

“Flick that clit. Come on, now. You’re close, aren’t you?”

She nods, gasping, holding onto me with those big brown eyes. Her knees are wobbling now.

“Cum for me, baby. Let me see you cum.”

She moans out loud, and my pants vibrate.

A country twang singing “Forever and Ever, Amen” comes muffled from my pocket.

Fuck.

Sharon.

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