Eat Laura Jean for supper

Laura Jean turns to kiss you but you push her onto the bed. You untie the strap, open her robe and pull her legs. "I haven't any supper,"

"Please make yourself at home,"

With that invite, you lower your face to nether regions and begin to kiss her thighs and pussy.

"Oh god," she moans, when you slowly lick her pussy. The moans get louder when you start sucking on her pussy lips, humming as you did so. She squirms as your tongue stabs her clit and you suck on her pussy.

"Hush," you say, telling her to keep quiet; doing that would just cause her to pent up the tense pleasure she's feeling right now. Then you renew your action of licking her pussy. You keeps licking her pussy until you feel her body become taut.

"John, my god..." Laura Jean let out a long moan as her pussy convulses in pleasure and drenching your face with her juice.

You keep lapping all her juice until little is left. Surprisingly, you find her pussy taste good. You rub your hand over your wet face and then lick it, finger by finger, in front the slut who is still recovering from her intense orgasm. "Delicious,"

"Better than Samantha?" Laura Jean suddenly asked timidly.

"Yours the best. Here," you say as you put the last finger into her mouth, letting her taste her own cum. "After yours, I lost interest in wanting to taste that teasing skank,"

"Really?"

"Yeah," To be honest to yourself, Laura Jean taste better than Emma, whom you had a lot of practice sucking her pussy.

"Let me return the favor,"

"Later," you say as your eyes look at the coveted price: Laura Jean's pussy.