I place her legs over my shoulders and gently strip off her panties, tossing them aside. Her pussy is glistening, wet…and beautiful—like a pink rose.
I look at Andrea, she seems afraid.
“Are you okay?”
The corner of her lip twitches and she nods.
Maybe this is new for her. I want to be more patient, but I can’t wait, I move down and put my mouth on her hot, juicy cunt and feast.
Andrea’s moans of pleasure are like a symphony in the background spurring me on.
She’s gushing and I lap up her juices like a dog, working my tongue on her in a frenzy.
I haven’t done this to anyone in years!
When I look up at her I see her eyes rolling back.That’s exactly what I was going for.
Seconds later it’s like she’s not even in control of her own body. She’s twisting, writhing and spasming from every motion of my tongue.
I don’t let that make me rush though. It’s not a race to the finish line, I want to take my time and blow her mind!
All I’m doing is making slow circles with my tongue on her clit and it’s driving her fucking crazy!
I’ve only been working on her for a few minutes and she starts vibrating like she’s going to shatter into a million pieces!
She grabs a handful of my hair and forces me deeper. I happily oblige as she arches her back so I’ve got more room to work…I stick my tongue in as deep as I can, sucking every last drop out of her. My cock is so hard I feel like it’s going to burst.
She starts shaking and cries out, pushing at my head, “STOP!”
“What? Are you alright.”
“Whew!” Andrea has a dizzy smile on her face. “I’d like to reciprocate. You shouldn’t do all the work.”
“It’s not work when you enjoy it,” I swipe my tongue over her clit to emphasize my point.
She squeals and squeezes her thighs shut, then bounces up on the couch. She straddles me again and kisses me like she means it…slow, lingering and deep.
She sucks on my tongue like she’s trying to take a piece of me with her—I like it. I wonder if she can taste herself on me.
I undo the clasp of her bra and start kneading her perfect breasts. I can tell they’re just the right size, purely from the feel of them.
My mouth goes to her neck so I can taste her flesh again. I feel the heat emanating from her.
I push her back so I can suck on her tits. They’re perfect.
She forces down on the couch and whispers into my ear, “Fuck, Anthony. I need your cock!”
About time!
I thought it was going to tear through my jeans by itself!
I stand and Andrea wraps her legs around my waist while I get us to the bed.We should have started here!
When I put her down, Andrea immediately starts unbuckling me while I step out of my shoes and pull off my shirt.
I’m a little self-conscious. I hope she doesn’t mind the hairy chest with more scars on it than I can count. I’ve been shot, stabbed and attacked more than someone in the military, but this is the life I chose.
Now, it’s her life too. She looks at me like she’s admiring a canvas by a renowned painter.