Page 45 of Petite Fleur

I always ask the guys who take me out to brush if they had gluten with their meal, and I always get the same idiotic look from them before they suddenly remember their stove is on, their mom is expecting them home, or whatever half-thought-up excuse pops into their heads in a moment's notice.

Almost none of them are even willing to get a gluten-free option when I'm with them.

That alone, to me, is a major red flag.

You can't spare one meal not to make your date sick?

Whatever.

"Good. Kiss me." I insist.

Shelby grins, diving her tongue into my mouth and making me taste the sweet tea on her tongue.

I tangle my tongue with hers, gripping onto her hair so she won't back away from our kiss, but her hands explore my body until she slips a hand under the ratty t-shirt I'm wearing.

Her hand finds one of my breasts, pinching and tweaking my nipple between her fingers until I cry out in pleasure, and my body jerks in surprise and excitement.

"More." I groan into her mouth.

I need more; I need it to hurt a little.

Thankfully, she obliges and pinches until a sting of pain flows through me and I groan loudly into her mouth.

I need her.

I quickly flip the two of us and crawl down her body, leaving a trail of kisses all over her tanned, smooth skin until I can lift her shirt and suck one of her large breasts into my mouth.

I suck and bite on her nipple until she cries out, only then switching to the other. "Suck my pussy." Shelby demands.

I'm nervous; I've never done this before, but I have to try, right?

I make my way further down her body until I can unbutton her jean shorts and slide them down her legs, tossing them on the floor a moment later.

My God, she's beautiful.

Her thong comes off next, just a scrap of fabric anyway, but I toss it on the floor with her shorts.

I hope I'm not bad at this; maybe I should have watched more porn in my free time.

I drop between her legs, gripping her thighs and holding them apart while I drag my tongue up the length of her, feeling her buck her hips at me.

"More. Keep going." Shelby demands.

So, I listen.

I flick my tongue over her clit, over and over, until she's panting under me and shifting her hips to meet the swipes and thrusts of my tongue.

Then I switch to licking up all of her arousal; I stick my tongue as far into her as I can while my hands knead her thighs.

I feel Shelby grip my hair, forcing my head closer to her and refusing to let me up for air.

I alternate between licking and sucking on her clit, and thrusting my tongue inside of her. I hear her whines and moans get louder and louder until her thighs clamp around my head, and I can't hear anything, but I do feel the flood of arousal that coats my mouth.

I smile victoriously while I drink up every drop of her, even biting at her inner thigh when she calms and her legs fall open.

When I move to crawl back up her body, she pushes my head back down to keep me in place. “I get two before you get one.” She states.

I shrug, ready to bury my face between her legs again, but she hands me a small toy from her bag. "Fingers and this. And then I'm going to fuck you." She tells me.

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