"I'll eat you out."
From Create Your Own Story
'Oh, I see...' She bites down on her lower lip to hold back the laughter at your frankness, but you can still see it in her eyes and the way her chest moves... You might mind being laughed at a little more if it wasn't for that last one, her impressively full breasts rising and falling beneath the thin, almost totally see-through confines of her lacy ice-blue lingerie- Personally, you're of the suspicion she's cut out for a size bigger than what she's wearing, but with the view of her nipples you're getting, the pointed nubs pressing up hard against the translucent fabric, you're not about to point it out.
'Mmm.. Fine. But that's all you're getting today. Be good and maybe you'll get a chance to do what you really want with me some other day." Unbuckling her seatbelt she turns around to face you, stretching out her long, stocking-clad legs around your waist. Wanting to be a gentleman you quickly lean down and pull off her sharp-toed red shoes, letting her toes wiggle free. Her own hands go to work on her pants, pulling the belt away before sliding the zipper on the skintight blue jeans halfway down, just enough to show that she's not wearing any panties.... And that she was bluffing about not being wet for you.
She licks her fingers one by one, teasing you with the way her tongue rolls over her full lips, before reaching a hand into her pants. The fingers move up and down and then dip out of sight and she rolls back her head, biting her lip again, this time to hold in a little moan of pleasure. Then she draws her hand back again, middle two fingers dripping with honey, and holds them out for you. "Go on. Call it an appetizer." Taking her hand by the wrist you lean down, meeting her eyes for a moment before she looks away, stiffling another giggle. You roll your tongue over her delicate fingers, then between them, savoring the sweet taste of her and smacking your lips as you let the hand go again.
Finally, she can't take it. Grabbing a handful of your dark brown hair and wrapping her legs around you, she pulls you in, pressing your head down between her thighs- You can smell her pussy now, as sweet as it was on her fingers and so much strongers, the juices soaking through the denim of her pants in a sizable damp patch. Tugging the jeans down to her ankles you finally get a look at her treasure box, your main course- Her lips are full and puffy, moist with arousal, her fur trimmed down to a short, light 'airstrip' of brunette fuzz just above her juicy, eager cunt.
Dipping your head down you have a taste, lapping your tongue over her outer lips like a dog to drink up the juices. A needful shudder passes through her and tumbles out of her lips in a sighing moan, the cutie having now abandoned the attempts to hold back her obvious enjoyment. Encouraged, you follow up with another long, sloppy dog-lick, before lubricating two fingers with your spittle and using them to spread her flower open. Her cunt is bright pink and practically sopping, her pearl shyly peeking out from it's hood and begging for your attention. You deny it at first, planting soft kisses on her inner folds instead, exploring tongue all the little nooks and crannies to find her secret weak spots until your chin is covered in the excesses of her honey, the girl above beginning to whimper hungrily, shoving your face deeper between her legs and grinding up against your face.
Soon, you gauge you've brought her close enough and move your head up, to her clit, flicking it lightly with your tongue. The effect is immediate, her back stiffening like you'd run an electric current up from her toes and a sharp sigh exploding out from her lips before she can catch it. You don't give her time to recover. Wrapping your lips around the little nub in a deep kiss, you swirl your tongue around it, her panting and moaning and bucking movements building wth each revolution. You bring second hand, formerly occupied with rubbing her inner thighs, rolling a finger in her juices before pressing it down into her tight, velvety channel, plunging it in and out before settling into a steady rhythm, making sure to tickle her g-spot with each pass.
It's too much. Her legs lock around the back of your neck in a death-grip, the hand in your hair tightening until you're sure she's about to tear a bald spot out of your mane, she throws back her head, and she screams. A sudden jolt of fear runs through you as you realize that if someone hasn't noticed the two of you going at it already, they're sure to now, but that thought is quickly cut off as a spout of juices splashes across your face- She's not just a screamer, but a squirter as well.
| Sex Mode | ||||
| Arousal | 100 | Equipment:
White Blouse (Unbuttoned), Lacy Bra (Wearing), Tight Blue Jeans (So Not Wearing) | ||
| Gender | Female
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| Welcome to the University | |||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Nothing | |
| Gender | Male | ||
| Height | 6 feet | ||
| Weight | 195 lbs | ||
