I feast

I take my mouth off her nipples, off the expensive jewelry. I take her legs and lift them up to the ceiling. Her plump pussy begs to be consumed. With her soles to the ceiling, Phoebe crosses her ankles.

I bury my face in her pretty pussy. I suck on her fat lip. I run my tongue through her delicious slit. I plunge into her opening. My mouth slowly explores her. My tongue touches every textured fold. I penetrate her little tight opening with my finger.

I lap at her wetness.

She praises me.

“Oh fuck Chandler. Eat my little half-Japanese pussy. Oh god your tongue feels amazing. You’re so much better than my husband. You need to give him some tips.”

She spreads her legs in a wide V and looks down at me. She grips my hair.

“You look so sexy eating my pussy. You’re an animal. Put a finger in my ass. Yesssss. Fuck you’re a dirty man. I love it.”

I swirl slow circles on her clit. She pinches my head tightly between her thighs. “Holy fuck. I love you. I fucking love you. Let’s get married. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m coming”

The little woman squirms beneath me. I hold her steady and continue to devour her. One orgasm isn’t enough for her. She deserves more.

I give them to her until my neck aches and the sheets are soaked. I’m never going to get her smell out of my nose.

Phoebe is mine if I want her. Her face hasn’t stopped smiling. “I’m dumping Joey in the morning. I’m running away with you. I’m not letting that tongue get away. That would be stupid.”

“You should let my wife know how good my tongue is. She’s probably forgotten,” I say.

“Why would you say that? She definitely knows.”

“It’s been a while,” I say. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a sexual interaction like this.

“Tell me about the last time,” Phoebe says. She actually looks concerned. If I’m not regularly having amazing sex like this with my wife then something must be horrible wrong.