I raise Emma to my lips

I take off my shirt to be safe—why get it soaked with girl-cum if I don’t have to? Emma looks down and gives me a shy smile; it’s clear she likes what she sees. Once the shirt is safely tossed onto a side table, I cup her sexy ass in my hands and lift. She looks at me uncertainly. “Get up on the back of the couch,” I tell her. “Brace yourself against the wall. Straddle my face.” Her eyes go wide, but she does as I say. I spend a moment kneading her ass cheeks and admiring the pretty little snatch presented for my inspection. It’s small and delicate, and not very deep despite outer lips that are somewhat puffy. Her fur, a rich, warm brown to match her hair, is thick on her Venus mound, but there’s very little on her lips. The inside of her cleft is a little rosier than her nipples, except for her proud clit, which is a blushing pink. Her inner lips are delicate waves that are pinker at the base than at their coppery edges.

I trace the floor of Emma’s slit with my nose, feeling her wriggle above me, and breathe deep. Her aroma is light and musky with strong notes of bitter spice. When I reach her lovebud, I spend a few moments stroking it with the tip of my nose, enjoying the small, high-pitched sounds she makes in response, then tip my head a little and lave it with my tongue. She tastes sweeter than I expected—almost as sweet as her moan of pleasure at my touch.

I slide a hand around the bottom curve of Emma’s ass to tease her pussy lips from behind before pulling it around to play fully in her twat. I curl my tongue around her clit, then caress it with my lips; she gasps and shudders against me. I tease her tight, wet opening with the tip of one finger, then bring another one beside it. Slowly, I push two fingers inside, feeling the elastic resistance despite all the lubrication. She gasps louder and arches her spine; after a moment, her arms give out and she ends up leaning against the wall, moaning in pleasure.

While I work my fingers slowly into Emma’s hotbox, I open my mouth a little wider and suck the head of her quim between my lips. I suckle her slick flesh, enjoying her nectar, and flicker my tongue over her joystick. She moans louder, half into the wall. I give her ass cheek a final squeeze before reaching up to grab one of her hanging melons. I knead her supple titflesh and rub her nipple with the heel of my hand while the other bores inexorably deeper into her tight, wet heat.

Finally, my knuckles rest in her juicy slit. I hold them there a few moments, enjoying the tight squeeze of her box, then start corkscrewing my fingers out and in. I capture her nipple with the fingers of my other hand and start tweaking and rolling it with a similar rhythm; I close my mouth tighter around her lovebutton and suckle it like a tit. “Ahh—ahh—ahh—ahh—” Emma pants, volume and pitch rising with each sound, before exploding into climax with a wild shriek. I grip her boob as her body writhes above me like a candle flame in a breeze. Her fucktunnel clamps down hard, making it very difficult to keep fingerfucking her, but I do anyway, just as I keep suckling her clit. Her nectar froths around my fingers and runs down my arm, making me glad I remembered to lose the shirt.

After a while, Emma’s body calms. I pull my fingers out of her honeypot and drop my other hand back to her ass. She starts to relax . . . but I use the hand on her ass to push her up and rotate her a bit, then plunge a rolled-up tongue into her dripping hole. It’s not a great angle for tongue penetration, but it will do. I flex my tongue against the tight muscle of her walls, press my lips into her quim, and suck hard. My wet fingers come up above my head to diddle her joystick, and she shrieks again. Her body shakes and quivers, then erupts into another orgasm. Her cunt squeezes my tongue and floods my mouth with girl-honey. Emma lets out a high, wild cry that is given considerable vibrato from the trembling of her body. Before it fades from lack of breath, a loud scream from the other loveseat tells me what Makayla has been doing, and what she thought of the spectacle.

When the spasms release her, Emma’s legs give out and she slides down my body, painting me with pussy juice all the way to my navel. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight; she buries her face in my neck and pants, shuddering in release. I look up to see Makayla lolled back, her shirt pushed up, one hand resting on her sweet little tit and the other still buried in her sex. Her eyes open, staring unfocused at the ceiling for several moments before she raises her head. “That was . . . wow . . . fuck, that makes me horny . . .” she gasps.

After several moments more, Makayla shakes her head and shifts her arm enough to give her a sidelong look at her watch. “Dave . . . I need Dave . . .” she moans. “He’ll be home . . .” She pauses for a few deep, calming breaths. “If I don’t go fuck him silly, this will end up a threesome, and I don’t want to do that to either him or Emma.” She scrambles up, pulling up her pants with one hand and sticks the pussy-coated fingers of the other one in my mouth. Surprised, I suck them off, and she grins. “Just a little reward for you,” she smirks. She wipes her fingers on the towel she’s been sitting on, then pulls down her shirt and turns away. “Emma can lock up,” she calls over her shoulder as she hurries out the door.