I’m hot, then I’m cold, then I’m full of sexual friction and heat that I crave to have satisfied by Owen.
He kisses my neck and moves down to my breasts, where he plunges his face between my cleavage. I’m not wearing a bra because it doesn’t go with the dress.
I take slow breaths to pace myself as he sucks my right nipple into his mouth.
“You’re so sexy,” he moans over my tit as I run my hands through his hair.
He moves me over to the couch and pushes me to a sitting position. He helps me climb out of my dress and tosses it aside.
“What if someone walks in and sees us?” I whisper.
Owen looks up at me with a devilish, sly grin. “Then they’ll get a fantastic show.”
“Stop it.” I playfully shove at him. “I’m serious.”
“Are you worried about it?” he asks but he doesn’t stop kissing me. His mouth showers my stomach with slow, delicious licks that make my body tremble and quiver with excitement.
“No.” I shake my head, becoming too addicted to the thrill to worry now.
“Good, because I’m not going to stop until your cum is dripping from that sweet pussy and right into my mouth,” he groans. “Then I’m going to coat my cock in it.”
“Are you going to take off my panties now?” I demand impatiently, biting my lip.
“With my teeth,” he says rakishly.
I instinctively spread my legs to allow him better access. He grazes his fingers softly against my inner thighs, driving me absolutely fucking wild.
“Touch me everywhere,” I beg. I’m ready to completely surrender myself to him. If anyone stumbles in on us right now, I don’t think I’d even care at this point.
“That’s my girl,” he says, and leans up to kiss my mouth again, hungrily tasting my lips with enthusiasm.
“Kiss me,” I moan softly, but I don’t mean on the lips.
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He raises his eyebrows as if he understands exactly what I’m fucking asking him to do.
“I want to taste your sweet nectar. I am going to drink you up, every fucking last drop,” he says, and moves his head down between my legs, making me so fucking crazy as he peels my panties away with just his teeth, just like he promised.
My hips writhe as if they have a mind of their own, and then he’s right back between my legs. He opens my pussy lips with his fingers first and I moan out as I spread my legs wider on the couch.
Owen crouches below me and wiggles a finger between my sensitive, swollen pussy lips until he finds my clit.
“Fuck, you’re so incredibly wet,” he groans and licks his lips.
“Taste me,” I plead.
“Gladly.” He gives me a wild and cocky grin.
He pushes my legs further apart. He leans his head down and slowly kisses my pussy mound, just the very top.
He’s teasing me and he knows it’s making me crazy.
“Please,” I continue to beg, needing his mouth on my clit.
Finally, with delicate and tender kisses, he puts his mouth on me. I moan out as a creamy, fuzzy sensation crawls its way from my toes to the top of my head. His tongue works vigorously on my pussy lips and clit as if he can’t lick fucking fast enough.
“Oh, yes,” I cry out with pleasure, and arch my back, sagging my body into the plush velvet VIP couch.