An order of Bailey, straight up, neat

Bailey unbuttons her shorts and lifts her hips off the counter; I pull her clothes off and she spreads her legs wide, revealing a luxuriant, neatly-trimmed bush of jet-black curls, puffy outer lips, and a large, meaty pair of bright-pink inner lips. I kneel down to spread her open with my thumbs, taking a moment to enjoy the sight. “You like that pretty little kitty, Sir?” she coos.

“It’s gorgeous, Bailey,” I tell her. Her clit, which is on the large side, is already poking out from under its hood. I bury my face in her wet little snatch and breathe deep; she smells sweet and tart with a strong musky note. I lick her from hole to clit with a broad, flat tongue, enjoying her mewls of pleasure. She tastes as good as she smells. “And tasty, too,” I tell her before settling down to enjoy her properly.

“Oooooh, yeah, Sir, lick my kitty, lick my horny little kitty,” Bailey moans. “Play with her nice, show her how much you like her. Show her she’s your little kitty now.” I plump my tongue up round and probe her tunnel with it; she squeals in delight. “Ohhh, fuck, Sir, the boys’ tongues can’t do that. Fuck my slutty little hole with that hot tongue, that feels fucking wonderful. . . . Drink my juices, Sir, feel how wet you make me, make me cum like a good little whore, let me flood your mouth with my cum.” I let my hands play, grabbing one of her soft, firm breasts and thumbing her joystick; she gasps and cums with a soft cry, her honeypot working over my tongue pretty good.

“Mmmmmmmm, so good, play with my girls, Sir, play with my girls and pet my hungry kitty,” Bailey says breathlessly. “Pinch my nipple—tug on it, roll it in your fingers—just like that, Sir, I love that, I love your fingers—rub my pearl, rub it all over, it’s a magic pearl. It turns me into an insatiable little slut.” I roll my tongue and suck out more of her girl-cum, then flex my tongue like flapping wings. She gasps and a second, smaller orgasm flickers through her body like a bolt of lightning. “Sir, you’re incredible,” she breathes. “If you keep this up, you’ll make me cum more times today than all my boyfriends have combined.” I’m sure she’s exaggerating, but it still feels good to hear.

I flatten my tongue and feel for Bailey’s G-spot; I know I’ve hit it when she squeals and bucks her hips. I was ready for her, so I ride her movements and keep my tongue right where we both want it, rasping her sweet spot. “Eat me, Sir—feed on me—drink my juices,” she moans. “I love your tongue, Sir—I love it in my wet, slutty cunt. I wish I could clone it and keep it there always. Fuck, Sir, your tongue is better than any cock I’ve ever had.” I grip her clit and tug just a little, and she screams something completely incoherent at the top of her lungs. She bucks her hips clean off the counter—I have to hold her in place with my face, or she might slide right off. A sore nose is a badge of honor for a good cuntlicker, I remind myself. Her tight young cunt convulses repeatedly around my tongue, and her entire body shakes.

When Bailey settles back onto the counter, I pull my tongue out of her honeypot and start vigorously fucking her with two fingers, corkscrewing her hard and fast. I flicker my tongue rapidly over her button, making her squeal. “Fuck me, Sir,” she pleads, “fuck my tight little cunt with your fingers. Make me your addicted little cumslut. Make me your sex ****. You’re going to make me pass out and I haven’t even touched your dick yet. Suck my button, Sir—your tongue feels so good, I want all of your mouth on me. I want to feel your lips, I want to feel you suckle me. Please, Sir, I’m a good little slut, I’ll be a good little slut for you, I want to cum for you like a good little slut. Suck my clit, Sir, please, make me cum on your fingers. Make me cum all over your face.”

I pull up with my hand, increasing the pressure on Bailey’s G-spot as I continue fingerfucking her, and give her what she asks for: I fasten my lips around her pearl and suck hard. I’m rewarded with an ascending crescendo of gasps and moans. When I start humming the bass riff to “Message in a Bottle” as loudly as I can, she breaks with an orgasmic shriek, sounding as unearthly as a banshee. Her climax is hard and long; I keep up the suction on her clit, but I turn my hand palm-up and curl my fingers to stimulate her G-spot rather than trying to fight the friction from her spasming tunnel.

When the thunder passes, I stand up. Bailey hasn’t passed out, but her head is lolled back and her eyes are unfocused. She looks completely wanton in her bliss.