Page 24 of Puck of the Irish

Nat: Hmm I wish I was there to help with that.

I’d let you, but not until I got my fill first. I want my tongue on that pretty little pussy of yours again so bad I can’t stop thinking about it.

Nat: Oh God.

Nat: …did you really like doing that?

Fucking loved it. You taste so fucking good, Nat. I could eat you for hours if you’d let me.

I dig my heels into the mattress just imagining it. This isn’t just bullshit to throw out during sexting. It’s one thousand percent true and I swear if I never get another taste of Natalie Morgan, I might die.

Nat: It felt so good.

Nat: I love your tongue on me.

You like when I lick your pussy, Nat? When I roll my tongue all over, get you so fucking wet?

Nat: Mmmm

When I spread your lips wide and lick you nice and slow…

Press a finger inside and pump while I flick my tongue over your clit, over and over.

Nat: God, you’re good at this

I smirk, glad that I haven’t completely messed this up.

Don’t tap out on me yet…

Nat: Keep going.

Tell me what you’re doing.

You aren’t the only one who wants to come.

Nat: I’m rubbing my clit wishing it was your tongue.

“Fuckkkk,” I groan, reaching down into my sweats to grip my cock. I pump my fist as I imagine Nat playing with herself.

Are you wet?

Nat: Soaked.

I wish I could taste it.

Nat: I want to taste YOU.

Ah fuck. We never got around to her going down on me that night and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it at least a thousand times since then.

Oh baby I would give just about anything to see those pretty lips around my cock.

Nat: Sucking you deep…

Fuck.

The little minx is turning the tables, and I’m not mad about it at all. I pump my fist on my cock, wishing so fucking badly it was Natalie’s instead.

Nat: I’m so wet, Rizz. I want your cock in my mouth. I want your tongue on my pussy.

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