69 on the kitchen table

I squeeze Phoebe’s plumb ass, and pick her up. She immediately wraps her legs around me, and clings to me. She starts licking and sucking on my neck as I carry her over to the kitchen table.

I set her on the table, making sure it is stable enough for what I have planned. It doesn’t shake, and I let go of her. Phoebe detaches her mouth from my neck, and sighs, “Oh my god this feels so much better on my ass than that picnic table.”

“I’ll check you out for splinters,” I say. “Lay on your back.”

She lays down. And I take her, and spin her on the table, so her head is near me. I examined her small sexy body under the kitchen’s hanging light. Her nipple piercings shine. She has several circular bruises on her breasts from my sucking earlier. Her knees are red, and scrapped from kneeling on the wood. Her pubic hair is a course black triangle between her legs.

I bend over her body, and spread her legs. I part her pussy lips revealing her pink inside. I say, “You have quite the pretty pussy hidden in this hair.”

I feel teeth graze both side of my cock, pressuring it slightly. They disappear and Phoebe says, “Careful what you say. You’re in a very precarious position.”

“Hey I was complimenting you! I didn’t get a good look out in the darkness,” I bring my lips to her pussy, and kiss it. “It looks like the perfect appetizer to our midnight pizza.”

Phoebe says, “Mmm oral twice in the same night. I’m lucky if Joey goes down on me twice in the same year.”

“You poor girl,” I say, and lick through her entire pussy. “Your husband is an idiot. You taste amazing.” I lick through her again.

She moans, and I feel her soft lips close around the head of my cock. She sucks in, then her tongue swirls around my head. I grow hard in her mouth. I bury my tongue in her and lick, motivated knowing that I’m giving her a pleasure that her husband doesn’t.

The joy of my cock in her mouth is in the background of my mind. I’m fully concentrating on licking and sucking her pussy. I want to make her come again before the pizza is done.

I lick and suck her clit with my nose buried in her opening. I breathe in her rich flavor. How can her husband not enjoy doing this? Hearing her moans is giving me more pleasure than her sucking mouth. Then when I add my fingers to the mix, she barely sucks at all. She moans my name until she comes again.

My world is focused on her wet pussy, trying to lick every part of her. I don’t hear the timer going off on the oven. I don’t hear the footsteps. I don’t hear the throat clearing. I don’t even realize that Phoebe is smacking my ass to get my attention.

But I do hear a very familiar voice yell my name.