Blow Job

Suddenly very horny, Vicki wriggled underneath the twisted sheet covering Steve. She arched her back, exposing her lithe, athletic figure to good effect. She bent down and yanked Steve’s shirt up and began to lick his washboard abs. Just inhaling his manly scent was driving Vicki crazy. Licking and kissing her way down Steve’s chest, she came to the elastic waistband of his flannel boxers.

Grinning devilishly at the bulge in Steve’s boxers, Vicki went to work on him. Tugging urgently at his red plaid underwear, she finally freed his hardening dick. Vicki lapped at the precum forming at the tip of Steve’s throbbing member. He groaned groggily as she went down on him.

As Vicki bobbed her head up and down on Steve’s cock, he began to stir. He had been dreaming about Vicki, and his hard-on was begging for release. Reaching down sleepily to jack off, Steve’s hand met a head of silky dark hair. He almost yelped when he saw Vicki, the beautiful woman he had been lusting after, giving him a blow job. Then, sensation caught up to him. The erotic dream he had been having, combined with Vicki’s aggressive sucking brought Steve to climax. Bellowing with release, he leaned back against the wall, panting and covered in a light sheen of sweat. After swallowing every drop of his cum and cleaning his dick with her tongue, Vicki looked up seductively at Steve.

“Vicki,” Steve began. “I really don’t know what to say. I mean, I-”

Steve was cut off as Vicki climbed onto his chest and silenced him with a kiss. “You don’t have to say anything,” she purred. “Just follow my lead.”