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“Easier than you think.” Which she proves with a fluid motion from her deft fingers.

As the buttons open, denim loosens to reveal her naked flesh. Soon all that covers her is a matching bra and panty set, the dark green lace little more than scraps.

“Impressive,” I rasp.

She kicks away the garment pooled at her ankles. “Where would you like me?”

I glance at the options. None of them are ideal for comfort, but this is meant to be fast and efficient. “Park that hot ass on the toilet lid and lean back against the wall.”

Like an obedient cowgirl, she positions herself as instructed. A tremble ripples through her. “Chilly.”

“You’ll be burning for me soon.” My knees meet the tile floor. “Spread eagle, beauty.”

She stretches her legs wide, propping one foot on the counter. “Planning to eat around my thong?”

“Absolutely.”

It won’t be a problem. I can see how juicy and ripe her cunt is for me. The skimpy material between her thighs is drenched. My thumbs trace the frilly edge hiding her from view. A purposeful exhale against that wetness is met with a shiver.

“Tease,” Cassidy whimpers.

I chuckle, but that’s all the warning she gets. A tug on her hips delivers her into my grasp. She squeaks at the abrupt change but the sound barely registers. I’m too preoccupied bracing her legs apart with my broad frame, wedging us together.

Another startled noise spills from her when my nose and mouth burrow in her slippery heat. My addiction is fed with a hit of sweet zing. The lace barrier does little to conceal her unique flavor.

“Fuuuuuuck, I’ve missed your taste.”

Her fingers grip onto my hair. “Don’t stop.”

I cluck my tongue. The action strikes her clit and she jolts. Her response is strong, but it could be better. A yank removes the flimsy barrier from obstructing my dignified palate. Her arousal instantly coats my lips and I guzzle the spiced sugar like a man who just escaped the desert.

“Flood my mouth, beauty. I want to feel your cum slide down my throat.”

Cassidy arches, tilting to tighten my seal on her pussy. “Such a dirty boy.”

I suckle her clit, the bundle already swelling. “Only the filthiest will do for you.”

“More,” she mewls.

I sink two fingers into her, the push and pull tempo matching the rapid flicks of my tongue. She quakes against me. Whether intentional or not, she begins a steady grinding motion. That hungry movement spanks her sex against my chin. The friction must add another level of intensity. Loud cries escape her on a constant loop, proving she isn’t concerned about getting caught. Her enthusiasm fuels mine, spurring me to increase my pace.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I mumble into her folds. “I need to hear it.”

“Yes, yes,” she chants.

“Give me the words.”

She squirms, “I’m all yours, trouble.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect. Exquisite. Giving me more than I’ve asked for. My beautiful girl,” I praise.

Her wheeze in response is passionate and pleased. I glance up while feasting on her essence. Cassidy is already watching me. The cups of her bra are folded down, giving her unrestricted access to her pierced nipples. She plucks at the pebbled points, pinching until the tips are pressed flat. My eyes nearly cross from the sight.

“I’m almost there,” she breathes.

Lust thrashes through me in a blaze. Damn, that’s a stroke to my ego. I figured she could get off quick, but this might be a record.

That’s when the doorknob rattles.

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