Go for Sixty-Nine

"Mmmm, Angie, you have such a filthy mind," I said with a wicked grin. "I love it." I flipped her onto her back and settled between her legs. I slurped her juices off my cock and then spread her folds with my fingers. "Open wide for me, baby girl. Dinner is served."

Angie's intoxicated moans filled the room as my tongue lapped at her dripping pussy. I traced my tongue over her swollen clit and then delved inside her wet channel. Her taste was intoxicating – sweet, spicy, and musky all at once. I could feel myself getting hard again just from the way she squirmed and writhed beneath me.

"Oh, God, Mr. Thomas! You're better than any boyfriend I've ever had," she moaned, running her fingers through my hair as I feasted on her sweet pussy. "Your tongue feels so good!"

My cock ached to be inside her again, but for now, I wanted to make sure she was completely satisfied. I sucked gently on her swollen clit before plunging two fingers inside her tight hole, curling them upward to hit that magic spot deep within. Angie screamed and dug her nails into the couch cushions as she came again, shaking uncontrollably.