Andrea fanned herself with her hand, her cup now emptied of it's contents. "Everything okay?" Mike asked.
"Uh, just feeling a little..." She trailed off, not sure what to say. What was she feeling? It was warm, but not because the house was hot or anything.
"Let's go somewhere a little quieter, let you relax a bit." Mike took her hand and pulled her out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the second floor. He checked a few rooms before finding one that was empty. He pulled her in and closed the door, locking it. She wandered over and sat on the edge of the bed, still feeling the warmth. She was also aware of her dick growing hard. After a few moments, she felt a hand wrap around it, stroking.
"Oh..." she said, face surely turning red. Mike smiled and sat next to her, one hand moving to her bare thigh.
"You feeling okay?"
Was she? She nodded, but she wasn't sure she was really okay. Her dick was being played with, and she could feel lips wrapping around it. Her pussy was wet, and... oh! She was horny. That's what the heat was.
"You're beautiful," Mike said. He stroked her thigh and leaned in, putting his lips on hers. She froze for a second, then relented and started kissing him back. They made out for a few minutes, positions shifting until he was on top of her and she was laying on the bed. One of his hands grabbed her breast and she moaned. They felt so good, and she was getting a blowjob, and...
"Do you want to...?" He didn't finish the question, but she could feel his dick against her thigh, probing through his pants. She knew what he was asking.
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