Charlotte enjoys some great head.

Charlotte had her hands buried in Paul’s hair before she knew it, urging him closer and deeper as he sucked on her clit. Her chest swelled as her gasps built up inside her until she couldn’t hold them in anymore, letting them all out with one long satisfied groan.

“Fuck me with your fingers,” she snapped. She wanted to smack the side of his head a little, just a reminder to stay on his toes, but she knew it just wasn’t polite to hit strangers.

Paul knew how to take orders, though. As soon as Charlotte had suggested it to him, he had two fingers inside her up to the knuckle, pumping into her at the bottom of her pussy like he was really fucking her with them. He was too busy with his mouth to say anything, but the look in his eyes was clearly asking whether he was hitting the right spot.

Charlotte answered with a wordless moan, rocking back and forth in the chair until her long red hair hung over her eyes, sweat matting it against her forehead. She could feel her eyes rolling back, feel her muscles tensing up. If there was one thing that she could say for sure about this Paul guy, it was that he knew how to dedicate his time properly to a woman’s needs.

“Hnnngh,” Charlotte moaned through clenched teeth. It had been far too long since she had received the proper attention from someone like this... though, by anyone but Charlotte’s standards, it hadn’t been very long at all.

“Fuck! I’m close!” she said. “Just like that, keep doing it like thaaah-ha-haaat!”

Her orgasm hit her like a truck, not quite expected no matter how loud of an announcement it had been making as it rolled down the road toward her. She was shaking all over, murmuring quietly to herself about nothing at all.