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Chapter 69 by Kobe Kobe

Oh my. What's next?

The won't cheat, that's for sure.

Psych.

There they were, Tyler with Zoey's thighs wrapped against his ears as she sat on him like he was a dining room chair, their respective boyfriend and girlfriend sleeping only two stories down.

She smeared her pussy against his face, rubbing and fucking his tongue as she wiggled on him. He gripped her thighs and moaned into her, eliciting a moan back from her as she bit her finger to keep from being too loud.

His nose poked her butt and she jumped. He pulled away for a second and chuckled. "Guess you aren't ready for anal yet, huh?"

"Shh. Just. Shh." She wiggled back onto his mouth as she was too into it to make any jokes.

He gripped her thighs tighter and gave her ass a spank, causing her to jump. "Harder." She said.

He spanked harder. She bit her lip as she basically suffocated him. "Harder."

He gave her ass a solid swat, and then spanked again for good measure, this time gripping onto her cheek and spreading one apart. She grit her teeth as she bore down, his tongue wiggling on the inside and her secretions all over his face.

"Harder."

He used both hands this time. He reared back with both and gave an ear-splitting spank, and then again, and then again before pulling her cheeks apart with both now, trying his best to go as deep as his tongue would allow.

She moaned loud. So loud that if it were not for her being black-out-drunk, even a heavy sleeper such as Kaitlyn would have woken up.

He pulled her off, if only for a moment, to take in a breath. "Fuck." He said, his breath even hot against her pussy. It twitched in reply. He kissed her thigh, then her ass. "I need to record that and set it as my notification for you on my phone."

"S-shshh-" She managed and beckoned to sit down, which he allowed. She was close.

Now he wrapped his arms around her thighs and began to play with her clit, teasing and pulling on her lip and pushing her clit hood back with one finger and rubbing and prodding with the other. She thought she might faint as she felt her body quiver, a shock going from foot to head that almost made her pass out.

Instead, it made her cum instead.

Luckily for the sake of not having to explain anything to her parents, she didn't squirt. Instead, she nearly suffocated Tyler as he felt her push all of her weight onto his head as she gripped both of his hands with hers and guided him to rubbing her how she wanted to, a wordless, silent moan escaping her as she couldn't breathe she came so hard. Through light self-induced asphyxiation, a clit and vaginal stimulation, and the eroticism of their situation, Zoey came so hard that she blacked out.

"Zoey?" He asked, sliding out from underneath her, his chin coated in her fem-cum. "Zoe?" He flipped her over and gave her face a slight prod.

"Baby, hello?" He poked her again, and she stirred.

"Mhh?" She blinked multiple times and turned groggily to him. "Um...?"

"Err...?"

She grinned. "Oh my gosh, I think you made me cum so hard I died for a minute."

He laughed. "You're such a fucking dweeb." He kissed her, but she grabbed his shoulders and tossed him over onto his back. She got on top of him and began to lick his face, cleaning her mess up.

"You're a cutie." She said, kissing his nose.

"Oh, so now you like nose kisses, huh?"

She rolled her eyes. "Ehhh. They're growing on me. I think it's because there's this really cute boy who does it all the time."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. And it makes me want to fuck him every time he does it, so maybe if I do it to him..."

He grabbed her by the head and pushed her down onto him, kissing her deeply as they shared her cum. He broke it. "Hmm...I dunno. Something tells me that literally anything you do makes that boy you seem to like want to fuck you. I think the nose kissing is only a bonus for him."

She bit his lip and then kissed down his neck. "How do you want me?"

"Oh my. I get to choose?"

She came back up and rested her forehead onto his, then kissed his nose again. "When have you not chose?" She giggled.

"I want you to say it again." He demanded.

She stared into his eyes, her face slightly sweaty and her breathing still short. "How...do you want me?"

He got an idea.

Well? What was the idea?

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