You want dessert

"Jess," you call. "Stop doing the dishes. I'm not done using your body for my pleasure, yet, baby." You hear the water stop and smirk. You have a feeling Jess is going to enjoy your request this time. Her breasts are actually sweating, or at least there's condensation on them from the hot dishwater. You try to make a note for the next bet for a nice little french maid outfit, should you win. You **** your attention away from her firm tits and to her face. She's looking at you expectantly, knowing that in your perverted mind, you've thought of another use for her body.

You stand up and gesture to the couch. "Lay down," you say without emotion. Jess makes a show of it, at first kneeling so you can watch her tight, round ass wiggle then slowly sliding around, her hands 'accidentally' brushing her nipples to hardness. You find yourself enjoying the show and Jess catches your smile. "It's so cute when you try to be forceful, then watch me like that," she giggles. You smile back at her, knowing she's right.

"Take off your shorts. I want your whole body naked, not just your amazing breasts." Jess smiles again, sliding off her shorts and revealing her panties. Seeing the hungry look in your eye, Jess leans back and plays with her breasts lightly rubbing her nipples.

"It's so nice to have a guy who can appreciate a wanton whore in the bedroom. Or living room. I can't wait to find out what you wanted with me, so naked and on the couch." You don't say a word, but kneel down on the couch and immediately lower your head to your girlfriend's pussy. Pulling aside the panties, you slide your tongue around the outer lips of her pussy. Her hips rock gently forward, and you continue lightly lapping. You pause and pull up. "I wanted dessert, Jess." You immediately cut off her reply by sliding a finger into her pussy, lightly fucking her with it. Her hips buck and you lower your head again, your tongue moving slightly faster and pushing it in around your finger. Jess whimpers and you keep the pace up, circling her clitoris with your tongue, but never actually making contact.

"You know, John" she says, her breathing ragged. "I wouldn't mind if you actually touched it." You slide your finger out and pull your head up.

"I know. But since it's my day," you tell her, "I think I'll just leave you like this for a bit." You begin sliding away, and Jess looks at you pleadingly.

"You're going to leave me like this?" she asks. You shrug.

"Depends on how bad you want me to finish," you say slyly. "I could, as I was told never to eat too much at one sitting, but you know that I might be convinced to finish. I do love pussy." The last sentence comes out in a whisper, and Jess takes a deep breath.

"What.. oh, god," she breathes as her hands rub her outer lips. "What do you need to convince you? More head? I'll suck that cock dry, if you want."