Charlotte returns the favor.

Paul backed off, standing up and looking down at Charlotte as she shuddered in orgasm. She was a mess, red all over and shaky and giggling as she always did after some good head. She slipped out of the chair without even meaning to, sprawling out on the floor and struggling to find her feet.

Her lithe body stretched as it rode out the last shocks of its own orgasm. Charlotte hadn’t gotten head like that from a guy in months! This Paul guy might have been skeevy, but at least he knew what he was doing with his tongue.

Her hair was a mess. She was drunk on booze and her own orgasm. Her nice cocktail dress had been pushed up almost to her chest, and the black bralette under it had gotten pushed up, too. It was a perfect recipe to make Charlotte hungry for more. She loved being messy.

Charlotte pulled her dress over her head and threw it aside. She crawled over to Paul and rubbed her hands up and down his thighs. “I want to take your dick down my throat and fuck my mouth on it until you’re ready to cum for me,” she promised, bringing out her A-game of dirty talk.