Page 61 of How to Score Off Field

Above me, Tess pushes her hands through my hair. It probably needs a haircut,but who’s thinking about that shit?

Her pussy tastes fucking amazing, and I’m not embarrassed to say it, and I’d say it out loud too if my mouth wasn’t sucking her clit right now.

Fucking delicious.

Tess pushes at my shoulders now.

No, she’s tugging.

Pulling at my shoulders, she’s trying to hook beneath my armpits so I’ll climb back up her body.

I war with myself: on one hand, I want to make her come. I’mdesperateto make her come… On the other hand, what does she need me up there for? I’m perfectly content licking her pussy, trying to push her over the brink.

So for real, what does she need me up there for?

To dry hump her? To rub my cock between her legs so she can see how it feels?

I’m not and wasn’t planning on having sex with her so shouldn’t I just stay down here where I want to be, where it’s nice and cozy and warm and pleasure her until she’s crying out my name?

Tess has other ideas.

I remove my mouth—so sad to go—and let her boss me around. I follow her lead and move up her body ’cause she wants me to until we’re face-to-face again, my mouth instantly seeking hers.

God, her lips are perfect.

This fucking mouth…

The tongue.

Her hands roam up and down my back, pushing at the waistband of these tight underwear.

She wants them off.

Fuck.

Shit, she feels good…

Too good.

So warm.

Hot.

Her perfect tits are in my hands again, and I’m caressing them even as I begin to move my pelvis, letting my hips roll, dick like a heat seeking missile into the apex of her legs.

“So fucking good…” she groans. “Take off your underwear,” she moans.

Take off your underwear.

Play with fire.

Make her feel good.

Let her makeyoufeel good.

The battle rages on inside me, her hands at my ass, nails scraping my skin, lips sucking the side of my neck.

I wonder if I’ll have a hickey.

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