Fuck, no! Of course not!

You helpfully lift your legs up to let Sam remove your last remaining clothing, and spread your legs to admit him. Then... Nothing. Sam just sits there, on his knees between yours, just looking at you. If he were new to this, you might have thought that he was stunned at the sight of you. Something tells you he's been around the block his fair share of times, though. "You like?" You lightly massage your breasts and look him straight in the eyes. In response, he only licks his lips. He actually licked his lips! You were eager before, but now your entire body tenses up in anticipation.

Without a word, Sam dives in. Well, almost in. His face is close enough that you feel his breath on you. Noticing you react, he softly blows on your neatly trimmed pubes, then he inhales deeply. "Mmm. Smells like you need this, Cindy." "You have no idea. So get on with it!" Instead of complying, he lifts his head up further away from where you want him. "Should I, though? I mean, you kept me waiting long enough." With the slightest of touches, he slides a finger from your waist down along the side of your pussy. Carefully avoiding your clit along the way, because of course he does.

"There's one important difference, though," you inform him. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." You grab two handfuls of his hair and pull his face against you. "My house, my rules." Extricating his nose from your folds, he acquiesces. Finally. "Fair enough. Careful, though. Next time will be at my place."

He briefly plays with you with just his fingers, parting your lips to reveal even more of you to his hungry gaze. What he saw must have spurred him on though, because he finally gets to work properly. After a quick kiss on your clit, he begins licking you. He's a little awkward at first, a little hesitant, almost. Had you misjudged his level of experience? But no, fortunately, he soon finds his stride. You let out a deep sigh and close your eyes, letting yourself sink into the mattress and focusing only on Sam's attentions.

He slides two fingers into you and curls them inside, rubbing you in just the right places. His tongue moves in perfect harmony with them, letting not a single part of you go neglected. He caresses your outer thigh with his his other hand, which feels way better than it reasonably should. Your orgasm is approaching pretty rapidly, now, and as it builds, your mind wanders to images of what he might do to you if there wasn't a pesky GAME to worry about.

Your reverie is broken when you suddenly noticed he's stopped touching you entirely. You were so fucking close! "What the-" "Only good girls get to cum," he says solely as he crawls his way back up your body to kiss you. "Are you a good girl?" You push on his shoulders, trying to get him to go back. "Now, now, Cindy. What do good girls do when they want a man to make them cum?" Despite everything, you can't help but smile. "They let that man absolutely fucking wreck their tight little asshole, of course."