Laura sits in his face

Laura's face smouldered with lust. Her eyes were wide and beautiful, and locked on John while she licked her lips after swallowing the last of his cum.

Standing up, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the spare bedroom, where she threw him down on the bed. Her robe fell to the floor, revealing a tiny baby blue thong and a matching lace bra.

"I wore this for my prick of a husband, but I might not as well let it go to waste"

She swayed her hips rhythmically, the small patch of fabric barely covering her. Her hands ran through her long dark hair, it's curls streaming across her subtle neck sending waves of beautiful scent through out the room.

Pulled off her panties, and straddled John on the bed, bending over to trace kisses across his neck and chest.

Gently, she placed her soft thighs on either side of his head, her shaved pussy only inches from his face as she continued to gyrate. "MMMMMmmmm" he moaned uncontrollably, as her warm thighs rubbed against his cheeks.

"You like that, baby?", she cooed, "you like that pussy?"

"It's shaved!", he said as if a schoolboy on Christmas Day.

"Oh huh, poor baby", Laura said with a mock pout, "does my sister Taylor not shave her pussy for you? But then it isn't as much fun to do this..."

She dipped her hips, rubbing her clit on his mouth. He began licking, her warmth and wetness filling his mouth. He reached up, and grabbed her ass and pulled her towards him - penetrating her with his tongue.

"Uhhhhh!", Laura moaned. "John, that's so good! Lick it, you bad boy. Lick your sister in laws cunt."

Laura grabbed one of his arms, and crammed two of his fingers into her mouth, sucking them with great ****. The feeling of her full mouth, and stimulated clit brought the familiar sensation of a wave of pleasure. But one so intense she had not felt since.... Oh dear lord, the thought of that repressed memory caused her to spasm and shake on John's tongue. She forgot how good it felt to be naughty again.

Laura rolled off of him and onto her back, glistening with sweat and panting for breath. "Holy Fuck, John! I needed that." An uncontrollable urge to share her dirty memory overcame her, and it spilled out of her as intense as her orgasm.

"John, you awoke something inside of me. I suddenly remembered something I had pushed deep inside of me and locked away. When I was younger, I did a dirty, naughty thing - and I liked it. Ever since then, I've tried to be little miss perfect.... But..."

John looked surprised, "What? What could you have possibly done? You've always been an angel, the one your sisters all are jealous of..."

Laura continued, "...when I was younger..."