Clit for tat

I stand staring blankly for a moment at Corette. I start with surprise when I feel Rhiannon’s arms wrap around me from behind. One hand caresses my chest. The other plays softly with my sticky, half-softened cock. “This is in the schedule,” Rhiannon says softly.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I may have . . . exaggerated the degree of anxiety I was feeling,” she replies, sounding uncharacteristically sheepish. “Yeah, I was nervous—and I’m not anymore, I’m feeling wonderful, thank you—but I could have dealt with it. I wanted Corette to see you at work. I knew she’d blow. Modeling has wrecked her dating life; she has no interest in the party scene, and she’s having trouble finding any guy who’s interested in her rather than in banging a model. But she’s always had a high sex drive, and the pressure’s been building. For right now, she needs a really good fuckbuddy who isn’t out to take advantage of her. If I’d just told her about you, she wouldn’t have trusted it. She had to see you. I knew you’d close the deal, even though you didn’t know that’s what you were doing.” Rhiannon gives my dick a gentle squeeze. It twitches in her grip and she giggles. “Now, sexy wolf—you’ve got fresh hot pussy over there. Go enjoy it.”

I bury my face in Corette’s tangy pink snatch. I lick her up and down, savoring her girl-honey. I suck on her inner lips and tug them gently with my teeth. She moans wordlessly and strokes my hair. I plunge my tongue into her sweet hole to probe her depths and drink her nectar straight from the source. I start doing tongue exercises in her elastic tunnel, making her gasp. When I rub her clit gently with my thumb, she erupts with a yowl, flooding my mouth.

I move to suckling her hot button with two fingers pumping her deep well. Corette writhes under my ministrations, gasping and moaning brokenly. Her hands hold my head tight to her womanhood. I find her G-spot and rasp it forcefully; she mewls. I stop suckling in and out and just suck hard on her clit; when I give her the bass line to “Jumpin’ Jack Flash,” she overloads with a feral howl. Her climax explodes into my face and sets her thrashing and flailing around.

Corette’s eyes eventually open, but they’re unfocused. I pull my fingers out of her sex and consider my next move.