"..well, well..okay."

"Don't make it seem like a such a chore, Lawrence. Most guys would kill to be where you are now." You play with his ear. "But you're not like other guys, are you, Lawrence? You want to treat a lady special. To gently lick my belly clean would really turn me on. Please, honey, do this for little Lacey?"

He gets a big goofy smile on his face and agrees.

While he licks your belly clean you make a show of wiggling and sighing in delight at the gentle tickling. You want that virgin tongue in your drippy pussy, and you will get it. 

"Oooh, Lawrence, that's really good but you need to get it all. There's more further down. I can feel it sticking to my skin down below." You hump your hips up higher, not giving him much choice in the matter.

He proceeds to find your swollen pussylips and instinct seems to take over. The smell of your sweet nectar sets the boy off, lapping hungrily.

You squeeze his head between your thighs as you come, he panics, pulling out.

"I think your laundry's done, Lacy."

"Okay," you say as you calm, pulling out the wet things, "where's the dryer?"

"Uh, there is none."

"Well, Lawrence.."