Make sweet love to her.

You get on the floor next to her. In a low voice, you tell her, “I didn’t realize you felt that way about me.”

Doe glares at you. “What are you, stupid? Of course I do! First, I talk to you about soccer every single day! Do you have any idea how hard that is for me? What the hell do I know about soccer?!”

You are a bit taken aback by her anger, but then you realize, her spunk is exactly why you like her. “Well, you DID almost win the bet.”

Doe will not be interrupted. She continues ranting, “And I offered to blow you if I lost! A little hint for future reference: that’s known as a ‘green light.’ I mean, what kind of girl do you think I am? You think I’d suck off just anyone?”

As a smart-ass, you can’t resist. But before you can even open your mouth, she slaps ineffectually at you. You grin at her. Through her sniffles, she manages a smile too, then a laugh. “How ridiculous is this? We’re having a regular Kodak moment. Someday we can tell our grandkids about this.” She refers to her obscenely sex-drenched self with obvious irony.

“Grandkids, huh? I don’t know what you know about the birds and the bees, but think there’s something we need to do first before that happens.” You motion towards your hardon. That shit-eating grin spreads across your face again.

Doe rolls her eyes in mock exasperation. She lies back, slipping her panties down her shapely legs until they dangle on one toe. Playfully, she kicks them into the corner. Then propping herself up on her elbows, she spreads her thighs pornographically and whispers with a smile.

“Green light.”

You waste no time. With a bound, you are on top of her. To your surprise, she grabs her ankles close to the sides of her face as you mount her. Your manhood slides into her quivering snatch with a “schlucking” sound. She emits a delightful little “Ooh!” as you penetrate her, so you withdraw do it again, then again. With each stroke, the swollen helmet tickles her nether lips before driving home.

As Doe tires from wrapping her legs around your shoulders, she bends her knees and spreads her legs even further. Now you are pressing her knees into her huge tits. Your pelvic bone grinds harder into her clit as you start gyrating. She starts whimpering, urging you on.

As your cock swells even larger, it becomes harder to grind against her clit. You bottom out with each stroke, forcing monosyllabic huffs and puffs of incoherent dirty-talk from Doe’s mouth.

“Oh! … Yes! … Hurts… Fuck! … Hard-… -er!”

Doe’s face begins to contort in the final throes of female ecstasy. Her legs now blossom like a flower, her knees resting on the floor on both sides of her. With optimal access to her love canal, you drive into her with a furious, animalistic passion. Her tube ripples around your shaft, slowly and steadily at first, then faster and more erratically until it clamps onto you with a vice-like grip. Her legs tense up and raise off the ground in a perfect split to either side.

Waves of orgasm grip her so powerfully that she can’t make a sound. Her eyes clench shut, and her mouth gapes open in a perfect oval. She pauses briefly to gulp for air before the next wave hits.

Watching her come from your expert cocksmanship turns you on, but you still have a bit more staying power before you produce your second load of the day. You wonder how many more times you can make her come, and in how many different ways, before your 11 o’clock meeting.