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She sat back and spread her legs, aware of the cellulite on her thighs. Drew didn’t seem to care. He stared between her legs and stepped closer to the bed.

“Move up.”

Raven started to move up the bed, and he followed her, crawling up.

His cock stood out, not dissipating once.

Sitting up, she made him stop by kissing him deeply, and reaching between them to cup his cock.

“I once saw on an adult film, both of them pleasing each other. I want to do that with you.”

“The only way I’m doing that is with you on top of me.”

“I don’t want to be on top.”

“You’re talking about sucking my cock. You haven’t done it before, and I’m not going to risk me doing anything that would make you uncomfortable. You’re on top, no discussion or negotiation.”

Drew lay down on the bed, and she didn’t have much choice seeing as he moved her to straddle his face.

This can’t be happening.

She closed her eyes, wishing to be elsewhere, and then the first swipe of his tongue against her clit had her whimpering. That one touch was all it took for her to want more.

“You taste so good.”

Staring at his cock, she wrapped her fingers around the length, and started to pump. Pre-cum leaked out of the tip, and she flicked her tongue across the tip, licking it off.

He cursed beneath her.

Liking the way he responded, she covered the tip with her mouth, and started to work down his length, taking more of him inside her. When he hit her throat, she pulled up, moaning at the feel of his dick.

“Fuck, baby, that feels good. Do it again.”

She did it, not because he ordered her to, but because she wanted to.

Bobbing her head over his cock, she let instinct guide her. Any time he tensed up, she eased off his dick, only using her teeth lightly to enhance his need for her.

Every time he cursed, she knew that was a good thing. He kept pumping his hips up, and she took more of him. The vibration of her moaning turned him on.

At the same time, he drove her crazy with his wicked tongue teasing her. She was so wet, and so close that she started to rub her pussy against his mouth, needing to come.

“Fuck, baby, if you don’t want to swallow, release me.”

She wasn’t ready, and so pulled away, pumping his cock, and watching as his dick spurted white strands onto his stomach, and onto her breasts, which she had resting on him. Seconds later, she came, crying out his name.

This was what she had spent seven years searching for. It had been Drew the whole time, and he’d been home.


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