"Coffee?"
"Tea"
We go the the kitchen and I'm jabbering away about some meager stresses, he pulls me into him and plants his lips on my mouth. I purr. The arousal heightens. We start to suck and gnaw ravenously, his hands are running up and down my waist. He lifts me onto the counter top, bends to his knees. I curve my back and push my cunt towards his waiting mouth. I rest my feet on the counter and spread myself nice and wide. He begins to lick and suck and nuzzle me and I hold the back of his head. The kettle boils in the background as he thrusts his tongue deep between my lips. I moan and gasp and close my eyes, god it feels so good. The kettle clicks off and he gets up.
He grins at me "Fell better now?".
Yes. I'm softly shaking. I really want to come. He looks at me and looks at the kettle. I make us both a brew and we sip it and share a spliff.
"Please, come on, lets go upstairs".
He takes no more persuasion. I slowly unbutton his jeans and slide to my knees. His cock is hard and it feels good in my mouth. I tell him to lick me again and he obliges and then I ask to fuck and he slides into me on my knees.
His cock is always thick and big inside me, but never rock hard. It's good enough. It always makes me come. Once we've separated I roll onto my back and he stands over my face. He tells me he's going to come all over my body. He always comes heavy so I await my coating with glee.
I lick and stroke his balls with my wet tongue as he jerks himself off over me. I play with my cunt, pinch my nipples and generally try to make my white flesh appealing to his hazy gaze.
"I'm gonna come".
I gently suck his tightening mounds. Yes please. I see his grip tighten. His body tenses. Explosive ribbons of white cover my neck and chest and stomach, I smear them all over my body. I steady his quaking thigh with my palm. He puts his over mine and holds my hand tightly.
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