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Cocaine Kisses

TAGGED: Franny Fabray, Jesse St. James TIME: Early October. LOCATION: Jesse's Place. NOTES: Contains 18+ NSFW & Drug use.

FRANNY didn't dare hide her excitement as she rushed up the steps to Jesse's home. Her bare knuckles barreling against the wood door as she brushed loose hairs behind her shoulder and waited impatiently for her friend. A rare word she used or truly meant. Being on top, well it was lonely, and while she knew Jesse's return to Lima, Ohio was curious, it meant having an alliance with someone trustworthy and she would not mess this up. "Jesse, please stop staring in the mirror and get the damn door."

JESSE poured himself a drink while he awaited the arrival of Franny. His place was so quiet living on his own. Of course, he was used to that by now, but company was one thing that always got him excited. Mostly for the excuse to show off his place. A place he took pride and joy for; seeing as it reflected who he was. His place was pretty dope to say the least. Hearing the doorbell ring, Jesse looked up toward the direction of his front door. He set the bottle aside and gulped back a good two shots worth; then set his glass down. The boy patted his back pocket to make sure he had Franny's 'surprise' with him. He smiled in amusement to what she had to say from the other side of the door, then unlocked his door, opening it and leaning against it. "Well I had to get you your surprise" partial lies. "Unless you don't want it. More for me." He stepped aside.

FRANNY's perfectly manicured eyebrows excelled upwards. Her hands gravitated to her hips and curled around the skin as she looked upwards at him. "You will do no such thing." Her voice was stern, but those big blue eyes were as playful as the smirk that glided across her plump pink lips. Franny didn't wait for him to respond, instead walked past him and into his home. It was simple, luxurious, and Jesse. While she would have usually waited to be appointed to a certain room, her slim legs lead her to the mini bar so she could down her own drinks. It was a night of spilling secrets - well on her end - and hopefully discovering answers to questions that had belly in knots at what the answers could be. "So, what is my surprise." She turned around and leaned against the table. Her eyes danced about his features, goodness he was attractive; that had to mean she wasn't a complete lesbian, right? "I've been waiting for hours and patience has never been a trait of mine darling."

JESSE smirked, "I don't know... I might of changed my mind. Not really in the sharing mood tonight" He was being a total tease, and he closed the door shut while Franny made herself comfortable. She'd been over enough times to invite herself in on her own. He made his way through and into the living room. His voice was echoing throughout the house. "But because you came all the way over here just to see me, and I'm flattered how you've dolled yourself up for the occasion, perhaps I'll play nice." He made his way to the bar area, where Franny was. She was one hot blonde. And he wanted so bad to put his hands on her. And maybe it was all the alcohol he consumed this evening kicking in that made him want to do that. "Anyway," He wreaked of Spiced Rum. Jesse pulled the bag from out of his back pocket and dangled a baggy of cocaine in front of Franny. "The guy said it was the best on the market right now. Franny you've got to try some of this shit with me."

FRANNY closed the space between them to grab the bag out of his hand and bring it to eye level so she could inspect it. She was silent for a few moments, contemplating the surprise. Even if she was bashful, and even felt on the brink of telling him no and stomping out of the house in disappointment, she felt a twinge of group to act in such a pompous manner. He was obviously excited and it was with him the prude Christian complex fell to rest. But even then, drugs were never her kind of hobby, but the thought of drifting so high that her skin buzzed with energy and for once her mind could be quieted with the dust rippling through her brain was enticing. Finally, her blue eyes peaked from the black coated hairs of her lashes to Jesse. "For one, shitty present Jesse. This is more for you then me, BUT promise you'll take less so you can take care of me?"

JESSE hadn't said a word, keeping his eyes fixated on Franny's. It wasn't the reaction he wanted. But then again, he was getting his hopes high for something he already knew wouldn't be. She wasn't as into it as he was; he knew that. Still it was worth a shot. "What; no surprise-happy face?" Let down. He was giving her that beggars face, waiting for the reaction he anticipated. With his dimples, she had to do it. "Live a little, Fran." He was pressuring her while her lips remained sealed. Finally, she said something. He shrugged that first part off, looking away to hide his rolling eyes. Jesse moved his body so that he was standing in front of Franny now. He clenched his hands around hers, who clenched the bag in her hand. His voice was soft, "Hey, I promise." He smiled. "Now let's go to my room."

FRANNY The pout was still visible on his face as he brushed them off into his room, but the anxiety had dampered, even if it was just a little. She followed him, racing in front of him to twist around so her skirt twisted in the air and he got a flash of her silk panties. It was unexpected, and that is exactly what she wanted. The back and forth, teasing and pushing one another was the root of their relationship and Franny loved every moment of it. Her white skirt that brushed just below her ass and the button up pink sweater all played apart her sweet, innocent, and fuckable exterior that was the route of every busty blonde porn movie made. When they entered Jesse's room she skipped over to the bed and stopped short to fall to it and crawl onto it slowly. When she dropped herself onto the soft mattress she perched her arms backwards to hold herself up and get an eyeful of Jesse. "Let's hurry before I change my mind okay. I need to get high anyways. It's been a shit storm of a couple of weeks."

JESSE couldn’t help but snag a peek of her panties while she was twirling her way to his room up ahead. He was practically undressing her with his eyes from behind, though, that hadn’t been hard seeing how much she was lacking clothes in the first place. Of course, her clothing choices didn’t change things between them. He liked her that way. It was sexy. She was sexy. Like a barbie brought to life. Straight from a porno. He was practically the luckiest guy in Lima to be friends with a young, hot, Fabray. Looks weren’t the only reason he was friends with her, of course. She was his most trusting friend. He loved how bubbly and reckless she could be. He loved her for her. But, God, he really wanted his hands on her right now. And seeing past their friendship was easy when she acted like this. She did it all of the time to him. They were interesting together. He licked his lips, eyeing her on the bed while she was distracted looking elsewhere. He was grabbing his plate and card while she was giving him the eyes. He walked over to the bed, kneeled down beside, and put the plate out in front of her. He poured some coke onto his plate, and scraped some of his leftover dusts into the new, chopping it. “So what mischief have you been up —" he paused his words, getting a glimpse of her body — ass just popping behind her at this low of angle; and cleavage being a total distraction. He muted out what she was saying (if saying anything at all) and heard nothing but the mix he had on in the background. He usually always had music going on in his bedroom, whether in the house or not. ”— to?” His ending word finally escaped his lips. And after breaking his stare, he scraped some blow into a line for her. “Ladies first…”

FRANNY was careful to manuever her way to the edge of the bed. Instead of slipping off the silk sheets and settling next to him on her knee's she made a show of bending over; ass in his rightful place swinging in the air as she leaned down to ensue in the illegal activity. One polished nail closed the opposing nostril and the other simply sucked up the thick coat of white powder. Franny sat up all the way, the drug drickling down her system in a slow but steady pace. Her nerves blasted by the device cooked, matted, and pressed to perfection. And unlike before, it was a matter of moments before her lids blasted open to expose her icy blue eyes. Her polished lips permanently hung ajar as they quipped into a smirk and raged into a smile before settling into a serene curve of her lips again. "It is good." Finally, her eyes were back on Jesse. She had had settled into the bed, knee's digging into the mattress so her thighs were split open and skirt rising upwards dangerously close to her pussy. "No go...so we can speak, and I can have more."

JESSE 's attempt at small talk passed them both, though, he hadn't quite cared nor remembered he even asked. He was focused on it being his turn. He'd been wanting to take another hit all afternoon. But he restrained himself, knowing Franny was coming over and he needed enough to share. He was grinning while watching her change after taking that hit. He chuckled only slightly. "I told you..." He sat up, leaning his upper half onto the bed and pushing the plate more in the middle. He scraped himself a line, and before snorting, his eyes followed up her legs. "That's a nice skirt. I like that skirt." He looked down at his plate instantly after that, with a smile peeking through enough for the other to notice if she really looked. He pressed one nostril shut, and sucked the powder up. The aftertaste dripped in his throat. He felt somewhat of a kick, but not enough to satisfy him. "You want another now?"

FRANNY blushed, eyes scanning her skirt, then jetting over to his face again to catch the sly smirk. She blamed the drugs for altering her usual sexual and confident demeanors. Instead as her hands slipped upwards on her soft skin, pulling the skirt even further up so it just puddled onto her lap, her legs slipping further apart on the bed so red silk panties were completely exposed to him. "I like my panties better." She clipped the side of her lips with the edges of her pearly white teeth. Chunks of blonde hair fall in front of her eyes so she is peeking among the strands that lye in front of her sight. Fingers dash through the blonde locks as she licks her lips and looks into his eyes. It had to be the drugs, and further proof she wasn't a lesbian - Thank God - because she swore their had to be a smidgen of how good she felt in Jesse's presence in the moment. "Ya..." FRanny bent down again and took another hit. "You want another one? Maybe do it in a place a little more interesting?"

JESSE was scraping her another line. “Then why don’t you show them off to me?” He said before noticing how high she’d already shifted her skirt up. He reached his arm out enough so that he could touch high up on her thigh. He was a man of few words, but his actions always spoke louder. He tickled his fingertips along her skin while the drug danced through his body, soft and delicate. He looked up at her, his eyes hooded in lust. Never breaking his stare. Jesse pushed the plate closer to her. He placed his warm hand completely on her thigh while she leaned over to snort another hit. He was hot. He always felt hot. Especially on a high, his touch felt like fire. “Maybe somewhere like…. here?” He dragged a finger down the crease of her stomach. He licked his lips then climbed up unto the bed. He was leaning so close toward her, and he grabbed her jaw, running his fingers down to her chin with hardly a touch. ”Lay down on your back”

FRANNY was mute, just irises doubling in size at his bold words, but even more the brush of his fingers ghosting over her skin. The light touch that happened to spark against her skin sucked tuffs of air out of her lungs. Her body was obedient, answering the questions words couldn't form for. She laid upon her back, submissive, quiet, and awaiting this touch. Until, some spark of rebellion catapulted within. "Wait." She sat up, letting her face completely impose in his own personal space. Lips hovering over his, mere inches of matter crackling between them. Her cerulean eyes jumped from his own orbs to his lips as she picked away the buttons on her sweater. When she shrugged it off she leaned closer, her lips brushing against his - but never puckering - as she shrugged it off. "Easier access." And even then, as her lips broke from the seam and opened every so slightly so the words could slip out, her lips moved against his with the lightest touch. "Are you ready for me now?" Franny asked as she backed away and laid upon the bed again.

JESSE straddled her. His eyes skimmed the blonde’s perfectly curved, sun kissed body below him. One hand rested on her stomach while his other held the plate. He was hearing the music, faded, in the background. “Right here. Here’s the perfect spot.” His own voice echoed in his mind. One fingertip traced across her stomach and he broke his touch the second she stopped him. “What?” His hand was brushing her neck. He was breathing on her lips; dying to taste them. And his tongue poked out for moisture. He looked down to see her unbuttoning her sweater. It was dangling from her, giving him an even further peek of what was underneath. “Good thinking” A smile crept onto his face and his forehead pressed against hers. He was teasing her with his lips so close, and she was doing the same. Jesse played with the lower buttons to help her get it off faster. And while her sweater found it’s way off in a shimmy, his fingers ran down the intricate texture of her lacy bra strap. She smelt of expensive perfumes that mixed well with his own spicy scent. His body trembled and all but the sound of her sweet whisper muted in his mind. Wanting. Jesse crawled backward, ontop of her, putting the plate beside. He traced his finger down her stomach crease again. He loved to do it. He loved to watch her squirm ever so slightly at his touch. Jesse reached over to scoop dust onto the card and slowly and carefully he lifted it over to her stomach, trying not spill. He smiled at her just before sprinkling the white powder onto her skin. He did one line across her stomach, just near her panty line, then another smaller one guiding up close to her breasts. Jesse lowered himself onto her. His lips were so close he could already taste the drug. He poked his tongue on her, with a deep chuckle, just having a little fun. Then he pinched one nostril and snorted it up. He snorted again to try and suck up the pain it left in his nose; a pain that satisfied him. Then he guided his tongue picking up anything leftover on the line, and moved further up, leaving a wet trail all over her. He licked up her crease until his tongue was covered fully in white substance. He kept his tongue stuck out, hovering at her lips now. “Have some more” He attempted to say, breathy as he pressed his tongue to hers to let the drug dissolved between them. He felt a rush in his body; lost in the moment. His mouth was beginning to numb.

FRANNY arms laid above her head. Completely falling victim to his touch, fervor seeking into his irises as he skimmed over her body with two of his senses: sight and touch. Franny’s bottom was fine tuned by his fingers. It played her softy, then quickened it’s pace so her chest gravitated upwards for a few moments as air dash into her lungs and hovered their for a moment. Every sense on stand still as he traced his tongue over every curve and dip in her body perfectly crafted from long hours at the gym and a lack of food. Her eyes were closed, so only his touch led her through the roller coaster of emotions. The spark spiking an all time high between her legs so she moist made it so easy for her lips rub against the satin panties. It was his words that woke her from her chance, and it was the needy lunge she made at him that even surprised herself. Her tongue slipped between his, her lips fumbled and crashed into his own, relentless in finding the taste she yearned for and the kisses she had been thinking about since she saw him. Franny tossed him onto his back and straddled his stomach this time. She sank lower upon him so his belt buckle just peeped from her sopping underwear. “My turn.” She dashed some coke along the lines of his pants, her fingers tracing along the outline of his cock through his jeans and lips kissing the skin on his stomach before she quickly huffed some more of it into her nostrils. She snickered at the elation of it hitting her brain, eyes wondering down to him as she slipped her tongue beneath the tip of his boxers to lick up any remains.

JESSE wrestled her tongue with his own, gasping for air every so often. He was so into having his lips pressed as firm as possible against Franny’s, he almost forget to breath at times. He didn’t put up much of a fight and easily rolled onto his back. He threw his shirt off just before laying back down, and his hands reached out for her, following down the curve of her body and to the fullness of her hips. He easily was already bulging through his jeans and throbbing for some attention. When he felt her weight on him it calmed him. But he wanted so bad to feel the friction already, of her rocking up against him. His dilated eyes were scanning her entire body. Her breasts looked huge from this angle. Jesse slid his hands up and around near her ass, then back down her thighs. He threw his head back feeling her touch all around him; his imagination roamed wild. A bit of a moan escaped him when she hit one of his sweet spots; the line where his boxers hit. It was always so sensitive for some reason, and it sent him chills throughout his heated body. “Come back here” He was yanking her by the support of her bra. He wanted her back at his numbed lips so bad. He cupped her face in his hands, tangling her golden hair in his fingers. “Franny Fabray….” He said her full name, low and huskey to grab her attention. “You really know how to tease a guy….” He partially smiled before kissing her lips wet. “Mmm” He reached far down to her panties where his fingers pressed against the damp silk. He was putting pressure right where she was soaking through. “Geez, Franny” his fingers were pressing into the crease of silk, letting her ride it until she was weak enough to flip. Jesse rolled. ”I think you’ve had enough tonight.” He pinned her hands, referring to the surprise candy. His protective side was starting to show. And he knew her tolerance level wasn’t like his own. Jesse promised he’d watch out for her; so he would. “But I haven’t had enough of you…” His lips tickled up to her breasts. “I’ll finish us off”

It wasn't fair, his hands so close to FRANNY'S rear, reality of his long fingers dipping into her pale skin of her ass, maybe drawing it back and letting the palm crash into her pale flesh. An assortment of acts that could take her damp underwear to absolutely flooded. When she thought she was free, he just decided to lay a thick dose of lustful voice that trickled into her ear as those hands once sliding down her sides now yanked at he bra. "Rip it off." She murmered onto his cheek. Her head digging further into his fingers that tangled into her tresses and ever so slightly yanked on them, by accident or on purpose, the glossy lips split open for moans eliciting pleasure, acceptance, and fervor that lead the long lure of her hips over his clothed cock. "Fuck!" The curse word came out in a yelp. One so vocal and taunted with moans her cheeks were a fiery red. Instead of gringing on his hips she was riding his fingers, pouting when they were taken away and growling at him of the notion she as done. "You're a goddamn tease." She muttered, fingers yanking him by the belt forward so she could ride her hips along him again. "Only one way I will allow this." She tore at her bra, the flimsy material made a tear, her nipples practically scratching away at the net of it as she pulled a bit harder on it. Franny grabbed his face and nipped at his lip roughly before yanking his head down by his tuffs of hair to he breast. "You better do it in the proper place then."

JESSE reached behind to lift her thigh so she would wrap her legs around him. He let the wave of the drug lead them, grinding up against her; keeping his intoxicated stare all the while. He dropped his lips to hers, getting lost in the kiss all over again. He dragged his lips down her jawline, over her chest and down her stomach. "Mm, I know." He said honest and truthful. He knew where she wanted him. She did that little leg rise when he was close to her breasts. But he just kept skimming over; teasing her and torturing her, fighting the drug to take things slow. He was at her panty line all over again. Kissing just above. He rested his chin on her for a split second to make eye contact, “Which is….” He watched her trying to tear off her bra and in an instant, he was crawling back up her way. He smooshed his face in her breasts over the torn netting, kissing them, squeezing them; then scooted further up to lock lips. He felt her teeth grazing his smile, tugging on his lips, and he began to take things rougher. His fingers were digging into her breasts and he was grabbing them by the fistfuls. He moved his mouth back down to her breasts after being forced, where he ripped further off the netting to expose her nipples. His tongue rolled around the sensitive area, then he sucked and nipped at them until hard. He was loving the whole fingers in the hair thing she was doing to him. “What about right here?” He was showing her with his tongue, right along the curvature of her chest.

FRANNY If the rest of there sexual romp wasn't proof enough of her very loud, enthusiastic, and attraction to men, Jesse's tongue strumming her nipple was all she needed. Her hips were bucking, her nails dragging into his back, and a seamless sequence of moans and mumbled jumble that peaked with the rough pads of his fingers grabbing at her breast and finally his tongue slipping across her skin. "There." Franny tugged a bit harder on his rich locks. "Right fucking there."

JESSE pulled his lips away feeling his ego burst through the roofs as Franny was all panty and desperate for him. “Okay, Babe” He kissed soft, right there on the spot. Then he reached over for the plate to scrape the remainder to one side. He was shaking the white dust onto her and it sprinkled down all over like pixie dust. Jesse set the plate aside, back to where it was before. He looked at Franny- her head rolled back, eyes shut, lips curled in this ever so slight smile while her tongue peeked out. Ready for him. The boy licked his lips and lowered himself back down onto her. His tongue dragged, tasting the mixture of her sweet scent with the drug; while his nose skimmed across her chest, double snorting up anything he’d left behind. With pain came pleasure. His eyes fired open all over again like his first time round. He smothered himself against her some more to distract him of his stinging pain. The satisfaction swam through his body. Listening to her loud like that was driving him nuts in the best way possible and his cock was at it again, throbbing desperately for attention; he couldn’t ignore. He grinded his hips against her with a matched groan, then reached down to rid his jeans. He pulled them down just over his ass and they hugged just under his bulge. He pressed himself to Franny again with less layers between them now. God, did it feel good. He was rubbing up against her good and hard. “Fuck, Franny” He spoke breathy while his head dropped and he let out a warm sigh which tickled her breasts and vanished in the heat the two were creating.

FRANNY "Fuck" Yes, fuck was right. For a good Christian girl, it was a sin to not use the 'f' word in such a situation. "You know..." The drape of her lids lifted ever so slightly, dawning over her crystal blue eyes for a few beats till they pitched upwards again to look up at him. What had became a pout etched into her lips of pleasure smeared into a smile. Her mind was conjuring up delightful ways to get back at him for flickering his tongue through every wall of control she had built into her system. So as her nails raked through his hair and landed softly onto his back, they were only their for a moment before she was flipping him onto his back. Franny stood up, eyes never leaving his and stripped her ruined panties from her pussy. She simply flanged them to the ground as she took a small step to lower herself down on him, her clit skimping over his chin causing a soft moan to tumble from her lips. "I think we should share the fun.." FRanny winked, one deep breath before she turned completely around so it was now her ass skimming his chin, whilst her upper body lowered against him. Her plump lips dragging over his cock still enclosed by the material of the boxers. Small whisp of her fingers gliding over his shaft and his obvious bulge as she peppered small kisses onto it. Although, after a few seconds of torturing she opened the slit of his boxer to slip her tongue over the skin, a groan from her mouth elicited by the taste and just the fact she was so close to him. Both hands took him out, her eyes wide and a gasp at his length. Franny twisted around to face him and look down. "Feel blessed, I'm a Republican and we rarely put anything in our mouth." And with that, her blonde locks where flipped behind her shoulders before she leaned down and sunk her mouth on top of his head. The little to no experience in being in this situation had her stomach in a bundle of nerves, but their was an easy pace of her hands, the finger tightening around him and her tongue surpassing her lips that barely sunk over his head to lather the skin of his cock. She bobbed her head, every motion seeking a reaction from Jesse.

JESSE was on his back, his eyes glued on franny and so turned on from the build up that the slightest touch made him moan and groan. Franny was torturing him by leaving his side like she did and he rolled onto his side, head propped up by his hand and his fingers crawling toward her direction against the soft mattress. He wanted her back and she had listened to him, fully stripped down to nothing. He scanned her perfect shape from head to toe and his hands desperately grabbed at her the moment she came close enough. He rolled onto his back again once she crawled onto the bed and she was sitting on top him; so close to his face. His arms hugged around her thighs where his fingertips grazed over her skin as once before. His heart beat was racing while his breaths became louder and bouncing off the steamy flesh in between her thighs. He could already taste her from a distance. He had his pupils locked on hers in that irresistable bedroom-eye stare. He kissed slowly at the inside of her thighs, as far as he could reach until he was at the very edge of the front of her groomed entrance. He breathed heavy and hot right along her crease. The smell and taste was sending his sex drive to swim all through his body and leave him trembling. His eyes were still locked and he was about ready to be that guy to steer her to her ending point. But she flipped herself on him just before he could get a real, full taste and her ass was now desperately wavering above him. He was more than comfortable with the taboo of rimming a girl. And he was even more ready than before to be that rare guy to steer her to her ending point from the back. God, her ass was a great ass and he instantly grabbed at it the moment she put it there. He leaned his head up to suck on her cheeks and tattoo the shape of his mouth on either sides of them- his fingers dug into her thighs. He groaned against her flesh the minute she started playing at his boxers. And once her tiny hands caught a grip of him he whispered loudly, “fuck.” His eyes scrunched closed. The difference in body temperature alone was enough for him to release his bitten tongue and curse out words of ecstasy. Then he felt her plump lips touch his head, then the heat of her mouth wrap around him. “fuuuck…” It was hard for him to focus on pleasing her along with enjoying his own all at the same time of trying to hold himself together as long as possible. But he was doing fine so far, and his lips got closer and closer to her crease, where he slid a tongue in and began to work his magic. He listened closely to her reaction and took notice of the trembling of her hips every time his tongue flicked and danced around her pleasure point; just getting started. He wrapped his hands around her ass and pressed her down, beginning to suck on her clit and rim his tongue as far in as he could, determined not to give up until he had her weak, riding his face and crying his name. He could feel her mouth racing up and down him trying to match what he was delivering. (God, was she ever.) He was moaning all the while with his back arching every so often and his own thighs slid around on the mattress lacking all sense of control and dominance.

FRANNY The initial contact of his tongue slathering over her pussy catapulted the gargled moan. The vibrations pulsing against his cock that punctured her gag reflex. Fluids, her own saliva and his precut ran pas the seam of her lips. Topping over her plump lips, but ply encouraging her to suck further. Just a smidgen of the taste of of his cum and she couldn't help one kink to rage with want. His cum blasting into her mouth, face, where he pleased or wanted it to be; either way she wanted to taste him and her victory. Franny bobbed her head faster, the lapse of her tongue twisting and curling around his girth, a rhythm that was speedy, and didn't stop when it stilled so her cheeks could enclose around him and she could pulse even faster. She tried to concentrate on his cock, but not the impending orgasm buzzing around her clit. She was leaking cum, her body was shaking and attempting to whither away before the pleasure bounced between a sexual pain crafted from the overwhelming pleasure. Before she realized it her orgasm was pushing past her walls and streaming onto Jesse's face and down her pink moistened lips.

JESSE slapped at her ass and bit against her flesh after leaving her pink lips with a trail of her goo sticking to his face. The taste and the smell was just so intimate, so hot. He was rough at her cheeks spreading them apart and dragged his hand to the crease of her behind and stuck a finger in it slow, stretching to two. He was moving them in and out filling her insides and feeling her ooze and tighten around his touch. “Mm, how does that feel, babe” Words struggled to leave lips while he fought against his own pleasure wave as it formed up to his tip and left his head wet with each touch she gave him. His face pressed back up to her wet lips, his fingers were poking inside her behind moving around while he worked at her clit in kitten licks and another hand wrapped around one of her thighs so there would be no escaping him. She was pouring out ontop of him and the taste, he loved. His fingers left her quick, and he was grabbing onto her ass, both hands, forcing her to ride her orgasm out on top of his face while he held his own in. His tongue swirled around her clit at a quick pace and Jesse echoed her pitched moans when finishing her off. He licked his sticky, sweet lips; hearing her panting in the distance. He was grinning, feeling that sense of self-pride after the action he had performed. His arms reached out to stretch and grab Franny’s body with gentle fingers. He was encouraging her to keep going, wanting her to keep going.

FRANNY "Fuck you!" She screamed in an agonizing drawl of pleasure and slight mortification how good it felt to be completely filled. His fingers jolting in and out of the taut hole of her ass and her pussy that weeped with cremes that gushed out of her pussy driven. Filling his eager mouth that strung along the sliver of skin that was hypersensitive to the excellent clean up job his tongue ensued on. While she cursed and conjured up strings of practically incoherent sentences that she belted out in raspy moans, they were often stuffed into her throat by his cock. While he played her like a fiddle, she further yearned to control him. Every lick to conjure up the cum that was jumbled up in his cock. The flat of her tongue slipping over his head and the very tip of her tongue whipping against the backside of his dick in a fevered, but manipulative way. To hurry him along then slow him down till she was sinking her hot mouth completely over him and letting him break past her usual stopping point so she choked but entrapped his dick in the tight confinements of her mouth.

JESSE Moans and groans of the both filled the room while cremes from her perfect pink lips dripped down and into his mouth, still, filling his throat as he relished in the glory of getting her off so damn much. It wasn’t every girl he’d let sit on his face, swallow, kiss for this long, but she tasted so damn sweet and smelled so damn good too. He’d kissed the crevasse of her cheeks, running a hand up her back, feeling her goosebumps popping up over her skin and the flinch to her spine from his delicate fingering tickles. Jesse’s head was being thrown back, his eyes blinking and fighting to open again with each thrust to her mouth over him. It took him every bit of control to hold back his breaking point, but that mouth was doing such wonders at his head and to the rest, covering over him more and more, and that tongue, that tongue just flickering - dancing, around his length. He’d gripped at the cheek of her behind, with the f-bomb sighing off his tongue and words of encouragement roaring from his throat. “Don’t stop. Fuck. I love your mouth.” he’d say until hitting that climaxing point. Every bit of sexual wave was flashing through his body, tensing every bit of his muscles, controlling every bit of his speech, all racing to that same place. He’d gushed all out and all over the blonde, into her mouth, all down his cock and all over her hand. Sometime in-between that moment of seeing stars and darkness and feeling nothing but pure bliss he’d pressed his fingerprints so hard against her fleshy thighs he’d found he left ten imprints. “Jesus Christ.” He’d gave himself a second to breathe it off while he felt her tongue licking up his remains; then roughly he’d shoved her off and aside where he climbed back on top of her in his sweaty, sticky, shiny glory, and ran a hand up and down his wet length with the image of his own come stuck to the side of her lips and her breasts so rounded, framed, right beneath him. He’d gave a few pumps as more of that white goo squirted out and onto her bare, bouncing breasts with each rhythmic move to his own cock from his own hand. He’d finished himself dry and dropped beside her with his lips clashing to hers and sticking like glue as their come and kisses had collide.

“Jesus Christ. I’m going to go do another line.”

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