Return the favor

Her breath burned against my skin, dangerously intimate, and she whispered, "I bet I taste good too." My heart stumbled, tripping over its own rhythm, and my mind spun furiously at the suggestiveness of her words. She slithered off me, her movements fluid with anticipation, and dug her fingers into the waistband of her pants. In an unbroken motion, she rid herself of them, flinging them carelessly to the floor before sprawling back across the bed. Her pussy was smooth, shaved bare, and already glistening from her arousal.

I paused, a shot of disbelief mingled with lust at how far she was actually willing to take this. Never in my wildest fantasies had I imagined it would go this far.

"Don't keep me waiting," came her sultry command, her voice low and thrumming with desire.

I moved onto my knees, aware of how **** the position made me. I felt even more naked than before as I inched between her parted legs. She let out a soft and breathy moan as I began kissing a slow trail up her inner thighs. Her musky scent wrapped around me, urging me on until I was face to face with her pussy. I hesitated for a split second, then gave it a tentative lick, tasting the salted sweetness of her. She shivered beneath me, and a surge of excitement flooded through my body.

"That's it," she purred, threading her fingers through my hair and guiding my head firmly into her crotch. I lost myself in the rawness of the moment, lapping at her hungrily as she pressed me deeper into her folds.

My tongue worked her clit eagerly, flicking and swirling while her hips rocked in time with my movements. Her syrupy taste intoxicated me, and I could feel myself getting wet again just from being between her legs like this. She writhed, heat radiating off her body, and I knew she was close.

A strained moan escaped her lips as I slipped two fingers inside her, fucking her with them in tandem with my tongue. She was dripping and tight, and the way she squeezed around my fingers made me wild with lust. Her thighs closed around my head, trapping me in a cocoon of feminine heat. Her body arched off the bed, and I poured everything I had into making her cum.

Her breath was ragged, and her moans reached a fever pitch. The sound of her voice sent my own lust spiraling out of control. I thrust my fingers faster, curling them to hit her g-spot with precision, and felt her body tremble on the edge of release. Her moans became nearly incoherent, and I sensed the crescendo building inside her.

She was nearly screaming as she pushed my head even harder against her clit. Her pussy quivered as it clenched and unclenched around my fingers, desperately trying to hold onto the orgasm she was about to have. Her hips bucked wildly, and her movements became frenzied.

"You’re gonna make me cum," she gasped, her voice raw with the urgency of her approaching climax.