She tastes amazing

For the second time today, I have my face buried between a woman’s thighs. What a wonderful first day on the job, I think. I was a little concerned about Adriana, but obviously she washed up after fucking her husband. She tastes sweet and tangy and clean as I lap at her slick pink quim.

As if she’s reading my mind, Adriana coos, “You like that sweet little pussy, baby? I made sure to have it nice and fresh for you. Paul even made it easy for me—he wanted to cum on my tits. Mmmmm, that’s good, that’s right, just like that on my clit—oooooh, yeah, fuck yeah, push a finger in, push another one in, give me two fingers in that tight little sluthole.” I give her hot, wet box a two-fingered corkscrew, feeling its walls stretch taut and move around my invading digits. I suckle her pearl, flicking it with my tongue. “Fuck me, girl, you know how to eat pussy,” she moans.

Adriana gets louder and louder and more and more vocal, but she doesn’t cum quickly. I grab a tit with my free hand. First I fondle it, then I pull and twist its swollen pink point. I keep the hand in her sex palm up and curl my fingers, focusing my attention on her G-spot. She keeps building and building, but doesn’t break. I suck her button deep and hard, licking it all over. I pull on it by raising my head. She mewls and swears and cries out my name and still doesn’t cum.

Then I remember a trick I haven’t tried in a while, mostly from lack of opportunity—which it appears won’t be a problem from now on—humming. Adriana’s voice splinters, she’s dead still for a moment, and then she screams at the top of her lungs. The old lady assured me the apartments are all well-insulated for sound, I remind myself. Good thing. Otherwise, someone would probably call the cops. She writhes and thrashes under me, but I don’t stop driving her through her climax.

I pull my fingers out when she’s done and suck off the girl-honey. I bend down to drink from the source. I probe her honeypot with my tongue while I rub her clit gently with my fingers. I press my lips firmly into her pink wetness and suck hard as I tongue-fuck her. “So deep with your tongue, so deep with your tongue, lick me so deep so deep so tongue-fucking deep,” Adriana moans. “Tongue feels so good so good so good...push my button harder, rub it harder harder harder harder—more—more—more—more—yeah—yeah—yeah, baby—fuck yeah—fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck!” She arches her back, pressing her sex into my face, and shrieks, “Iain!” For long moments, I have all the pussy juice I can breathe. I guzzle it eagerly, but the oxygen content is lacking.

When Adriana’s ass falls back to the bed, I sit back on my heels. “Well?” I ask with a smirk. “Do I eat pussy well enough to satisfy a nympho slut and her little whore cunt?”

She lies there at first not speaking, just taking deep, shuddering breaths. “That,” she finally says breathlessly, “may have been the best . . . five minutes . . . of my life.” Her breathing eventually calms. Adriana shifts to her knees as she watches me. “Lie down, I want to ride that pretty little face of yours and watch you play with yourself,” she purrs. “I want to see just how horny being an eager pussy licker makes you. Make yourself cum with your face in my cunt.”