It’s not a problem

Before I can say anything, Kenzie pulls off my dick. “I know you fucked Vicky, and I’m sure that wasn’t your only time today,” she says breathily. “I’m gonna drain you dry—I’m so fucking horny, I won’t last long, and I only have time for a quickie anyway—but I have a better place to put that cum of yours.” She spins us around and leans back against the wall herself. She shoves her loose shorts to the floor. Her pussy is bare. She lifts one leg and grabs her knee; she doesn’t wobble at all. “First, though,” she continues, looking at me with lustful hope, “Vicky told me how well you ate her.” She spreads her little pink gash with two fingers. She’s glistening wet. “Please?”

I kick my boxers out of the way to keep them from hobbling me. I drop to my knees before Kenzie. She hooks her leg over my shoulder. I thrust two fingers into her deep well and curl them toward me, seeking her G-spot. I find it more by her reaction than by feel. “Oooooh, yeah, hot stuff, yeah, finger my coochie, that’s the spot, that’s my sweet spot, your fingers in my little coochie feel so good, so, so fucking good . . . Now eat me, big man, give me lots of tongue, let me feel your lips, suck my little fun button—please—please . . .”

I lick Kenzie’s slit, relishing her nectar. I fasten my lips around the head of her flower and suck the slick flesh into my mouth. I probe her bud with my tongue. I lick it all over. “Yeah, baby, yeah—yeah—yeah—more—more—more—” she pants. “Eat my pussy—love my little pussy—”

I rub her G-spot harder. I suckle her clit like a nipple and lash it with my tongue. Her moans grow louder and less coherent. I suck hard and deep and lean back a little, pulling on Kenzie’s sex with my tongue. She makes a series of high-pitched cries rather like a seabird. I hum the bass riff to “Taxman,” and her orgasm explodes into my face. She bucks her hips and screams, “Iain!” at the top of her lungs. I keep humming and sucking and rubbing her sweet spot as her tight cunt thunders around my fingers. I consider my next move. I could try tongue-fucking her, but in this position, I’m not sure my neck would take it. I could move us . . . or I could just stand up and fuck her right here. She did say she wanted a quickie, I muse.