Playing her body like an instrument.

You slide between her legs, pushing her thighs wider as you start to nuzzle her satin skin. She moans deeply, raising her hips and presenting her cunt to you, her folds flowering open and glistening with dew.

You ignore the offer for now, slowly nibbling at her inner thighs, only gradually approaching the aromatic honeypot between them. Your fingers flicker around her swollen labia, gently stroking the puffy outer folds as she writhes and whines with need.

"Ohhhhhhhhh….Dean....Oh My.....Ohhhhhhh!" Her voice is thick with urgent lust, and her hands stroke her own body, cupping her ripe tits and rolling the nipples between her fingers. Her pale skin is flushed with desire, her eyes full of wanton lust.

You kiss your way up her thighs, your tongue teasing her tender flesh. The scent of her arousal is like a drug to you, your cock straining with a frenzy to plunge into her, to fill her with pumping meat, to spurt hot jets of seed into her fertile young hole.

You restrain yourself, forcing yourself to take it slow, making this experience as memorable as possible for her. You still don't understand what she claims happened in the night, but for now it's enough that she believes it, and you want to replace that uncertain memory with a fuck to remember.

Your fingers start to stroke her plump labia, making her quiver as you part her drenched folds, your tongue flickering in the hollow of her upper thigh. Her whining takes on a higher pitch, her body writhing and arching as you tease her with fingers and tongue, the flow of her nectar suddenly seeming to double.

When your tongue finally flickers against her sodden folds she quivers volcanically, her breath indrawn with a sudden searing gasp. You circle her engorged clit with one finger as you slowly lap at her, letting her dew flow over your tongue, savouring the fecund taste of her essence.

"Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh God!" she groans, rocking her hips and raising her overheating pussy to you. The scent of her floods your mind with lustful greed, and its all you can do not to rise up and bury your cock in her eager hole and fuck the brains right out of her. Instead you continue to lap and tease, determined to drive her mad before you sheathe your rampant weapon in her.

She reaches down and holds your head with one hand as she raises her hips and grinds herself against you, making greedy incoherent noises of pure liquid lust. You circle her clit with your tongue, then suck it into your mouth, flickering your tongue quickly over the engorged nubbin, making her shriek with joy, her hands slapping at the mattress as her spasms start.

You keep going, ignoring her orgasm and determined to drive her to at least one more before you bury your desperate cock in her taut young body.

"Dean! Ohhhh Dean! Oh My Lord! Ahhhhhhh!" she wails, bucking her pussy against you as you devour it, flooding your mouth with another gush of nectar. You lap it up, growling hungrily, nuzzling deeper into the wet heat of her aroused cunt, savouring every drop of her.

With a whimpering howl, she comes again, stamping her feet on the bed as she thrashes in a frenzy of orgasmic delight, rubbing and grinding her hot pussy against your face. Your cock is throbbing, and if you don't get it stuck in this horny young wench soon you'll be spurting seed all over the bed.

The thought crashes through your mind. The girl probably isn't on birth control if she was a virgin before being ravished in your dream state last night. The last thing you need is to knock her up. Your old CO would turn a blind eye to you fucking these pretty daughters of the wealthy and powerful, but you're sure that he'd have a different opinion about impregnating one of them.

You have condoms in the night table. It wouldn't take a minute to roll one onto your cock before you rammed it home in Clara's eager and fertile body.

The girl is whining with need, trying to pull you up to mount her, her face frantic and urgent.