No, she’s made up her mind

“OK, baby girl, I think we’ve dealt with all your tension,” I tell Kira; despite my best efforts, I can feel a smirk pulling at the corners of my mouth. “Do you want me to stop now?”

“Don’t—you—dare . . .” she murmurs, eyes closed.

“Good,” I say in a low, hungry voice. “I need to taste you.” I pull Kira’s feet up to her ass and spread her knees, then dive in, licking her juicy quim from stern to stem with a broad, flat tongue, earning myself a strangled moan. She’s spicy, tart, and a little sweet, and I love it. I pull back to look at her hot-pink flower spread wide before me—puffy outer lips, large, meaty inner lips, and a nice big clit. Her red pussy fur is neatly trimmed and looks soft; I stroke it with a couple fingers, and it’s as soft as it looks. I look up at her to find her looking back at me, eyes wide. “You’re gorgeous,” I tell her.

Kira murmurs something in return that I don’t quite catch, but before I could ask her I’m already sucking on one of her inner lips. I lick it all over and pull gently, then do the same to the other one. She mewls and grabs my head with both hands, twining her fingers distractedly through my hair. I put two fingers back on her button, rubbing it gently, and fasten my lips around her tight little fuckhole. She gasps when I start to suck, happily drinking her girl-honey straight from the source, then lets out a guttural moan when I pierce her sex with a round tongue. I pull it back out and ask, “You like that, sexy girl?”

“Yes—yes—yes—” Kira pants. “Don’t stop, Ben, don’t stop, please don’t stop . . .”

Without a word, I plunge my tongue back into her snug 19-year-old cunt. She moans and mewls as I tonguefuck her, then gasps when I flip my tongue into a roll and suck out some more of her nectar. “Eat me,” Kira pants. “Eat me, baby . . . you’re the first . . . you’re my first . . . make me feel . . . make me . . . teach me, Ben . . . teach me . . .” Does she just mean I’m the first man ever to go down on her, or is she actually saying she’s a virgin? I’ll have to ask later—it’s rude to talk with my mouth full, after all. I try to flatten out my tongue, but she’s so tight, I can’t really do it; my efforts make her squeal. I manage to curl my tongue up somewhat anyway to touch the front wall of her honeypot—with, her gasp tells me, the desired result. I give her clit a slight squeeze and her climax erupts into my face, flooding my mouth and spraying my cheeks and chin with her girl-cum. “Ben!” she screams, her voice fraying as her body bucks and writhes on the table.

I lift my head to watch her cum; the sheer wonder on her face is intoxicating. I let Kira settle down, then bend my head to suckle her pearl. She squeals and pulls my head hard into her little pink snatch. I tease her snug little teen fuckhole with a finger, then decide I’m going to stretch her. When I pierce her sex with two fingers, I can feel her inner walls pulled taut to accommodate them; I have to push to fit them in. She makes a high, soft sound, and about the time my first knuckle passes into her body, she cums hard. I keep pushing, rolling my wrist to help me penetrate, though I don’t get very far until her climax recedes.

When I’m deep enough to reach Kira’s G-spot, I turn my hand palm up and curl my fingers to rub it gently. I suck her pearl hard, like I’m trying to suck it right out of her oyster, flicker my tongue across it, and start humming the walking bassline to some old Delta blues tune. Another huge orgasm blasts through her like a rocket; she shrieks like a banshee and drives her hips hard into my face, her girl-cum frothing and spurting around my fingers.

I straighten up and move around the side of the table; when I can pull my fingers out of Kira’s tight little box, I rest my hand on her tit and look down at her blissful face, enjoying the view. She opens her eyes, blinks, then grabs my head with both hands and yanks me down for a deep, hungry kiss.