“Dinner was delicious.” He sat across from me, trying not to stare down the deep cut of my dress. My tiddies were damn near floating up out of this silky little number, and I could tell his ability to control that hormonal monster cock was starting to wear thin. “What’s for dessert?” He asked, sweating from more than just the temperature, I was sure.
“Oh, just something my Momma made.” I grinned, the cat who got the cream. Climbing up gracefully onto my chair, I swept a long, sexy leg out and swept everything off of the table for two. His jaw hit the floor as I climbed up onto the wooden platform in my eight inch stiletto heels. I squatted down in front of him, and spread my perfect legs. Leaning back on my palms, he had the perfect view of my princess pussy; that delicious little flower dewy, inviting him in.
He dove into my cunt, lapping up every drop of juice that had slipped from my soft, velvety lips. I could tell he was thrilled with what I’d brought for dessert; me. I’m the perfect GFE sweet treat for any sexy man. He licked my pussy while I moaned his name, bringing a hand up to tangle in his hair. I came, right there on that table, all over his face.
He never stopped eating my pussy, holding me up when my legs went weak. That sneaky fucking bastard coaxed me through two more orgasms like a damned professional. Needless to say, I said yes when he asked me to stay the night, though I didn’t spend a lot of it sleeping.
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