On the floor

You turn around so that you're on your knees and shimmy back, pulling Alaina by the knees so that she's lying flat on the floor. "Smoke away," you suggest. You kiss her neck, holding her sides. She whines, squirming on the floor.

"It's hard to smoke when you're kissing me," she says, laughing.

"You should figure it out," you suggest. "It might be harder if I'm eating you out."

"Fuck," she says, slamming her head back against the carpeted floor. You're rubbing her clit, and your kisses have found their way down to her chest now. "Fuck, come on, come on!"

"Be patient," you warn. You're hovering over her now, leaving kisses and little bite marks down the face of her stomach. "I'm getting there."

Slowly, it seems like Alaina starts to relax. She's still obviously pleased-- her eyes rolling back into her head, her shoulders rolling against the carpeting, but her muscles aren't so tense anymore. She's moaning quietly, closing her eyes, preparing for you to really get to work. Every once in a while she takes a hit from the joint, blowing smoke into the air above her head.

You finally arrive between her legs, leaving one final kiss on the mound of her pussy, and then spread her lips with your fingers. She jolts a little bit, then settles down, only to jolt again when you begin to lick her pussy. The moans get louder now, punctuated by more intense puffs of smoke.

"Oh my God," she moans, as if you're giving her a massage. "My God, please keep doing that."

You certainly don't intend to stop now. It seems as if she's enjoying your performance, so you keep it up, sucking on her clit while you rub her legs. Normally when you eat women out, you like to look up at them, but Alaina seems lost in her own world, so you concentrate on the task at hand.

She can't hold it together. Her legs stretch out, her toes point. She bites the skin of her own arm to keep from making a sound. Every once in a while, despite her best efforts, a curse escapes her lips. Her legs start to buck and her right hand attaches itself to the back of your head. She takes a hit of the joint, long and hard, but when the smoke escapes her mouth it's accompanied by the sound of the orgasm flowing through her body. She moans, and screams, licking her lips and squirming under you. Her whole body has gone red, and it's beaded with sweat.

"Fuck," she whimpers. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

You smile at her. "Having fun?"