It’s only been minutes since he was devastating my pussy against the wall of the auditorium, but now my lady bits are quivering for it. For him.
His fingers swipe teasingly over my pussy lips, combing through the small patch of short curls.
I gasp at the sensation of his fingers there. Every nerve ending in my body reacts, causing goose flesh to appear.
“You’re so beautiful, Adelaide,” he whispers, his fingers tickling my curls. He runs the back of his knuckles over my slit and he curses. “Shit, do you realize how wet you are right now?”
I let out a moan.
I feel his thumbs on either side of my slit. He spreads me open and slowly, tortuously, runs his tongue from my entrance all the way up to the small, desperately hard nub.
“I’m so looking forward to getting you off, baby. I’ve been looking forward to tasting you on my tongue, swallowing all your juice, and then filling you up with my cum.”
I feel my body blush at his words. “I doubt you have any left after the way you fucked me in the middle of graduation,” I say, reveling in the sensations of his mouth, lips and tongue tasting, devouring, suctioning and nipping away at every inch of my pussy. “Oh my god, Weston. Am I in heaven?”
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Weston
She tastes the way she smells—juicy and sweet. The more I drink her in, the more she drips for me.
I murmur against her skin between mouthfuls. “Of course I have more where that came from. D0 you know how many times a day I jerked off to thoughts of you?”
Her voice is ragged. “Oh…wow…” Her hips arch up toward me, like she can’t get enough of my mouth against her pussy. Like the friction is just not enough. I understand that need.
I pull away briefly. “Ask me.”
“Uhm. What? I don’t remember the question.”
I can’t help but feel a little proud of myself that I’ve made her head so cloudy. “Ask me how many times a day I jerked it to you.”
“How many times?”
“Three times every damn day.”
“All year?”
I don’t answer her right away but instead suction my lips around her clit. The small nub feels good and tastes like heaven. I let it pop out, causing her to squirm and cry underneath me.
“All year. From the moment I saw you. I’ve been obsessed with you. Now tell me, princess, how many times did you rub one out in my pool?”
She gasps. “Never!”
I sit up on my haunches and look her dead in the face. “That’s a lie and we both know it. Were there more times besides that time in practice in front of everyone?”
“Weston! Please!”
“I’m not going to finish you off until you admit you were touching yourself in the pool while I was yelling at everyone.”
“Fine! Fine, I admit it!”
I smile wickedly while I proceed with the business at hand, my lips returning their attention to her swollen clit. I make her moan and writhe and drip with every bit of pressure. Every nibble elicits a juicy noise from my wanton woman’s throat.
“God, fucking you every night for the rest of my life is gonna be so amazing.”
Her thighs tremble. She’s getting close. “You knew I had to touch myself. I couldn’t take it anymore. Oh! Oh my god!”
She shouts and gasps as I slide one finger into her channel while I continue to gently suckle her clit. I curl my finger and hit her spot on her inner wall, while ravaging her folds and her clit with my tongue and lips, sucking, gently biting. She sucks in her breath, bucks her hips hard against my face, and screams out her orgasm. Her pulsing walls clamp down around my finger, as her juices squirt and her back arches. My free hand slaps the meaty part of her tight bottom.