I invited you over for our second date, my beautiful girl, determined to keep things casual and fun, just dinner at my place, wine, easy conversation, and getting to know every sweet detail about you. But the second you stepped inside in that soft floral dress that teased your curves and floated around your thighs, the hunger I’d been fighting since our first date burned straight through my control. My cock swelled heavy and urgent in my pants as I cooked, watching you, craving you, until I couldn’t hold back another second.
I set the spoon down hard, closed the distance in two strides, and lifted you effortlessly onto the kitchen counter. Your surprised little gasp only made me harder. “Fuck it, I need you now,” I growled, my voice velvet-rough and thick with raw possessive need as I shoved that pretty floral dress high up around your waist. My hands gripped your soft thighs, spreading them wide for me, and I hooked my fingers into your panties, yanking them down your legs and letting them drop to the floor. There you were, bare and glistening, your perfect pussy flushed, swollen, and already dripping for me.
I leaned over you, bending my tall frame so my mouth hovered right at the height of your hips, and buried my face between your trembling thighs with a deep, starving groan. My tongue dragged slow and heavy through your slick folds, tasting every sweet, intoxicating drop of my woman. I sucked your swollen clit between my lips, flicking it firmly, relentlessly with the tip of my tongue while my strong hands held your hips pinned to the counter, keeping you exactly where I wanted you. The wet, filthy sounds of me devouring you filled the kitchen, my lips and tongue working you greedily, sucking and lapping at your perfect pussy like I was addicted to the taste of you.
I pushed my thick tongue inside your tight heat, fucking you with it in deep strokes, feeling those velvet walls flutter and grip around me, then pulled back to circle and suck your throbbing clit harder, faster. Your juices coated my chin and lips, your thighs quivered against my shoulders, and that little bud pulsed wildly under my hungry mouth as I worshipped every slick inch of what belongs to me.
2087
turnnoffyourmind
izzy806
yousharknotpass
jacobvanloon
