Dean kisses her

Dean walked straight up to Brooke and plants a kiss on her, which catches her by surprise but she returns the kiss. Dean and Brooke start to make out passionately, he can’t keep his hands to himself switching between feeling her amazing tits and her perfect ass.

They stumble into the living room with their tongues intertwined. Dean isn’t looking where he is pushing Brooke but his goal is to make it to the couch. They bump into a wall so Dean backtracks pulling Brooke along with him. His hands get busy trying to pull Brooke’s pants down in the process. Dean’s legs find the couch and he sits down trying to pull Brooke on top of him.

Brooke stays standing but Dean manages to pull her pants off. Instead of straddling Dean, Brooke breaks their kiss and stands straight up. She grabs the collar of Dean’s shirt pulling his head towards her pussy. Dean doesn’t oppose, he knows what she wants.

Dean dives right in to licking Brooke’s clit. She moans with pleasure when Dean’s tongue goes to work. Dean got a sense of saltiness while licking Brooke’s pussy, possibly sweat, Dean doesn’t try to think about it. It’s been quite some time since Dean ate Brooke out.

Dean feels Brooke slowly backing away from him and the couch. Being on the edge of the couch as it is, Dean leaves the couch to continue to pleasure Brooke, he kneels down in front of her. Brooke holds Dean’s head in her crotch.

Brooke seemingly has taken the dominate position in this sexual encounter with Dean. She was standing over a kneeling Dean who now started using his fingers in addition to his eager mouth to pleasure her. Dean didn’t mind taking the submissive role this time, his cock was hard.

Brooke was softly moaning now with Dean’s fingers deep inside her. Brooke didn’t let up on holding Dean’s head, she was practically suffocating him with her pussy.

Dean could feel Brooke starting to grind on his face, her hips moving ever so slightly, she was really enjoying this. Dean looked up to see Brooke with her eyes shut concentrating, she was getting close to cumming he could sense it.

Dean rapidly picked up the pace of his fingers and tongue. Brooke softly said, “I’m going to cum.” Her moaning grows louder and louder until she climaxes, her thighs squeeze tight on Dean’s head. Brooke takes a step back, Dean sits on the floor and sees the big smile on Brooke’s face.

“Thank you honey, I really needed that!” Brooke says as she starts pulling up her pants. Dean wipes Brooke’s juices off his face, he is pitching a noticeable tent. Dean was confused as to why Brooke was redressing, he thought they were going to fuck. Dean stands up now and Brooke completely dressed again starts to walk away from him.

Dean speaks up, “Brooke...”