Your Place

“I was thinking your place. I have a little something special to help us celebrate.”

As you exit the airport, she slides over and shimmies down you panties. She buries her face your skirt. As you merge onto the highway you feel her tongue impossibly deep inside you.

“Fuck! Fuck me!”

She obliges slipping her tongue back and forth. Through the haze of pleasure, it is a reminder, Deb isn’t human.

You accelerate, trying to keep your hands steady. The adrenaline rush of driving a hundred miles per hour, with a tongue in your pussy is intense.

“Fuuuck!”

You cum as you pull into your apartment’s parking lot.

Deb lifts her head out of your soaking gash.

“Delicious. I am going to make you squirt like the Fontana del Tritone.”

The reference is lost on you, but you get the gist. You pull Deb inside.

“Before we start, a toast.”

She pulls out a old looking bottle of wine. You can’t help but wonder where she was hiding that.