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pulled away from, except this time when my hand roams towards her pussy, she doesn't stop, she doesn't object, she simply stops breathing as she waits for my touch. My fingers slowly rub her on the outside of her tights. Her teeth capture my bottom lip. Eagerly she begs, “More...”
Happy to oblige, I pull back, this time planting my hand on the edges of the article of clothing I hate.
That's right. To the dude or chick who invented this cock block clothing known as tights: Shame on you! Just fucking shame.
Azura slides off the flats she's wearing and lets me remove the stretchy leg covering material as well as her thong. On my way back up, my lips get a mind of their own, delivering a long deliberate lick up from her knee to the edge of her jean skirt. She feeds me a shudder and the desire to feast on them spurs my next action. With one good tug, I move her skirt up, toss her leg over my shoulder, and suck in a delicious mouthful of her sweet pussy. A sharp cry escapes, which barely registers. My tongue leisurely laps up the sticky sensation flooding from her. Each lick is long and dripping with devotion, determination to prove that this isn't about conquering her so much as surrendering myself. Relentlessly my tongue twist and turns. I indulge past the point of no return, every stroke refusing to miss the simplest of drop. On another satisfying mouthful, I use both my hands to grip her bare ass, needing her to stay at my mercy.
Suddenly her unsteady breath grabs my attention. “Oh my God, Destin...I'm gonna- I'm gonna-”
The ball of my tongue ring applies the necessary pressure against her clit, detonating her orgasm like a little red button I wasn't supposed to push. Her body becomes tumultuous and her voice frantic as it screams my name to the high heavens.
I hope someone up there is listening, because you can bet your ass tonight I'll be sending my thanks up for this girl.
Azura
Destin shoves the remaining slice of pizza in his mouth before he checks his phone for the sixth time.
That's right. I've been counting. He says it's another job and I believe him. Does that make me an idiot? Why would he lie to me though?
“Let me get this straight.” He finally puts it down and wipes his greasy fingertips on his jeans. “ You can actually skateboard.”
“I can't fly over stairs and shit, but yeah. I can stay on my board,” I explain. Skeptical his head tilts at me. “You wanna see me do a trick don't you?”
“At least one,” he chuckles. “Show me you're not full of shit.”
“Ugh,” I grunt handing him the crust of my slice. “Fine. But you only get one.”
“How would you feel if I said that to you?”
The comment causes my face to burst into flames.
He has this thing where any time he makes me come with his fingers he then has to make me come with his mouth. It's some weird rule he invented...at least I think he invented it. Did he? That's not a real thing right?
Destin chortles again, this time with the crust of my pizza hanging out of his mouth. “I love when you're speechless.”
“Oh, you're just the worst...” Standing up, I grab my board and proceed to show him a small trick. It's nothing fancy, just a simple ollie to prove I'm not lying. When I roll back over, I toss a hand in the air. “See.”
“Huh.” He nods. “I would've never guessed in a million years you could skateboard.”
With a smile I kick my board up and catch it, the trick making him nod impressed further. “Well that's why you should never assume anything.”
“Where'd you learn to skate?”
“A group of friends in middle school. Learned a little more in high school. It was my go to sport when I wanted to get physical, but with glasses it's not the ideal one.”
“I love your glasses,” Destin immediately comments. “Do not get rid of them.”
“I'm stuck with them,” I innocently
Happy to oblige, I pull back, this time planting my hand on the edges of the article of clothing I hate.
That's right. To the dude or chick who invented this cock block clothing known as tights: Shame on you! Just fucking shame.
Azura slides off the flats she's wearing and lets me remove the stretchy leg covering material as well as her thong. On my way back up, my lips get a mind of their own, delivering a long deliberate lick up from her knee to the edge of her jean skirt. She feeds me a shudder and the desire to feast on them spurs my next action. With one good tug, I move her skirt up, toss her leg over my shoulder, and suck in a delicious mouthful of her sweet pussy. A sharp cry escapes, which barely registers. My tongue leisurely laps up the sticky sensation flooding from her. Each lick is long and dripping with devotion, determination to prove that this isn't about conquering her so much as surrendering myself. Relentlessly my tongue twist and turns. I indulge past the point of no return, every stroke refusing to miss the simplest of drop. On another satisfying mouthful, I use both my hands to grip her bare ass, needing her to stay at my mercy.
Suddenly her unsteady breath grabs my attention. “Oh my God, Destin...I'm gonna- I'm gonna-”
The ball of my tongue ring applies the necessary pressure against her clit, detonating her orgasm like a little red button I wasn't supposed to push. Her body becomes tumultuous and her voice frantic as it screams my name to the high heavens.
I hope someone up there is listening, because you can bet your ass tonight I'll be sending my thanks up for this girl.
Azura
Destin shoves the remaining slice of pizza in his mouth before he checks his phone for the sixth time.
That's right. I've been counting. He says it's another job and I believe him. Does that make me an idiot? Why would he lie to me though?
“Let me get this straight.” He finally puts it down and wipes his greasy fingertips on his jeans. “ You can actually skateboard.”
“I can't fly over stairs and shit, but yeah. I can stay on my board,” I explain. Skeptical his head tilts at me. “You wanna see me do a trick don't you?”
“At least one,” he chuckles. “Show me you're not full of shit.”
“Ugh,” I grunt handing him the crust of my slice. “Fine. But you only get one.”
“How would you feel if I said that to you?”
The comment causes my face to burst into flames.
He has this thing where any time he makes me come with his fingers he then has to make me come with his mouth. It's some weird rule he invented...at least I think he invented it. Did he? That's not a real thing right?
Destin chortles again, this time with the crust of my pizza hanging out of his mouth. “I love when you're speechless.”
“Oh, you're just the worst...” Standing up, I grab my board and proceed to show him a small trick. It's nothing fancy, just a simple ollie to prove I'm not lying. When I roll back over, I toss a hand in the air. “See.”
“Huh.” He nods. “I would've never guessed in a million years you could skateboard.”
With a smile I kick my board up and catch it, the trick making him nod impressed further. “Well that's why you should never assume anything.”
“Where'd you learn to skate?”
“A group of friends in middle school. Learned a little more in high school. It was my go to sport when I wanted to get physical, but with glasses it's not the ideal one.”
“I love your glasses,” Destin immediately comments. “Do not get rid of them.”
“I'm stuck with them,” I innocently
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