You finally take her

I eased Amy onto her back, the mattress sinking beneath her weight. Her oversized t-shirt rode up her thighs, exposing smooth skin that flushed pink under my touch. Before I even touched her, I could see the evidence of her arousal—clear fluid glistening at her entrance, dripping down toward the sheets.

I dropped between her spread legs and dragged my tongue through her folds in one long, slow stroke. The taste hit me immediately—sweet, slightly tangy, fresh. I circled her clit with deliberate pressure, feeling it swell against my tongue. Amy's thighs trembled on either side of my head. I kept the pace steady, methodical, building pressure with each pass. Her hips started rocking against my mouth, chasing the sensation. I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them upward while my tongue worked faster on that sensitive nub.

"Oh god," she gasped, her voice cracking. Her back arched off the bed as the orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy clenched around my fingers, pulsing hard, her juices coating my chin and hand. She writhed, legs shaking, until the aftershocks finally faded and she collapsed back against the pillows, breathing hard.

When she opened her eyes again, they went straight to my cock straining against my jeans. Without a word, she slid off the bed onto her knees. Her hands fumbled with my zipper, pulling my cock free. She stared at it for a moment—thick, veined, the head already slick with precum—before leaning forward and taking it into her mouth.

She was clearly inexperienced. Her movements were hesitant, unsure. She gagged slightly when she tried to take too much, pulling back with a wet sound. But she didn't stop. Her tongue worked along the underside, and I could see the way her eyes glazed over with something like fascination. She bobbed her head, getting into a rhythm, saliva dripping down her chin onto her shirt. She was enjoying it—the forbidden taste of another man, the weight of a cock on her tongue that wasn't Marcus's.

I let her suck for a few minutes, watching her grow more confident, before pulling her up. I laid her back on the bed and spread her legs wide. My cock pressed against her entrance, the head nudging her slick folds. She stopped me with a hand on my chest.

"Please be gentle," she whispered. Her voice was small, almost embarrassed. "Marcus and I... we've never done anything together."

I nodded, understanding. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tight walls stretch around me. She moaned—a long, low sound that came from deep in her chest. Her pussy was soaked, making the slide smooth despite how tight she was. I bottomed out and stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust to the fullness.

When I started moving, I kept it gentle at first. Long, slow strokes that made her gasp each time I filled her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. After a few minutes, I tested her—picking up the pace slightly, thrusting harder. She didn't protest. Her moans grew louder, more urgent. I went faster, deeper, until the bed frame started creaking beneath us.

Amy's nails dug into my back. Her pussy clenched around my cock with each thrust. She was completely lost in it now—cheating on Marcus, taking another man's cock, experiencing her first real fuck. And she wanted more.