I eat pussy on the couch

I stand up and maneuver Dayna around until I can push her backwards over the arm of the couch. It’s a high, well-padded couch with high, well-padded arms, plus pillows. She lands comfortably with her ass on the arm, her head on the seat, and plenty of support for her back. Her legs are spread wide and her skirt is flipped up out of the way. “Pussy is served,” I murmur.

“Ooooooh, yes, sir, please sir,” Dayna coos, “eat my pussy like you ate my mother’s. I thought only girls ate pussy—that was so hot . . .”

I bend my head and French-kiss her pussy. let my lips and tongue play in her drenched slit. I probe her fuckhole with a finger to find her G-spot and test her tightness. It won’t be a problem getting two fingers in, but it will take a little effort.

“Eat my little pussy, sir,” Dayna moans, “eat my wet little pussy . . . show her—show her—show her . . . your finger feels so good inside me—fucking my tight hole . . . I’m all yours, sir—all for you—eat me—eat me up—show me how a real man eats pussy . . . so hot—throw me over the couch and eat me—I’m not allowed to eat on the couch—eat my pussy on the couch . . . make me feel like a naughty slut—such a naughty little fucking slut . . .”

“Aren’t you a naughty slut, Dayna?” I ask. “Coming to the apartment of a strange man to get fucked—a man you just met today?” I suckle her clit; she mewls. She tries to say something, but I push a second finger into her cunt, feeling her stretch at the invasion. A small orgasm interrupts her speech. I slowly corkscrew her box. I lick and suckle her button.

“Yes, sir,” Dayna finally manages in a breathless voice. “I am a naughty slut. I need a real man to take me, and teach me . . .”

“Teach you how to be a better slut?” I ask, then return my mouth to her pearl.

Dayna moans wildly, “Yes, sir . . . make me your slut . . . teach me . . .”

I stop rotating my pussy hand and curl the fingers toward me to focus on her G-spot. I suck her clit hard and deep and hum the bass riff to “Midnight Hour.” Dayna goes wild. “Oh, sir,” she gasps, “that’s—that’s—I’ve never—never—so good—so—good—I’m—I’m—” Her voice crackles, then a shriek tears from her throat as a big orgasm trucks her hard. I keep pushing her as long as she keeps cumming. It takes a while.