I run my gaze over her; she’s wearing my t-shirt, and she looks so damn sexy.
“Would you like to go out, or order some pizza?” I say, running my gaze all over her.
She sets the brush on the sink countertop and walks over, wrapping her arms around my waist. She looks up, smiling.
“How about you order pizza, relax, and watch my favorite old movie, Dirty Dancing, and make love,” Karla says, going up on her tiptoes.
“Sounds good,” I say, kissing her.
I slide my hands under her, and I cup her breast, running my finger over her tight nipple.
Karla runs her fingers through my hair, sending a fiery wave down my back. I nip her lip and move my mouth down her neck.
“Angel, tell me what you want.”
“I want you.”
That makes my control explode, forget food. I pull her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
I walk over to the bed, place her on it, and pull off her t-shirt. I step back, take off my clothes, watching the flush in her face.
“Angel, you’re so sexy,” I growl, moving onto the bed.
I grab her legs, stare at her wet little pussy. I run my fingers over her swollen flesh.
“Ace, stop playing,” She moans, shifting her hips.
“Tell me what you want.”
I insert one finger into her tight little pussy, and watch her pant.
“I want you to eat my pussy.”
“Is that right? Don’t you want to fuck your little greedy pussy?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Fuckintastic.”
“First, I need to taste your little pussy, and then I’m going to fuck you.”
“Stop promising.”
“Greedy girl.”
“Yes.”
I lick her honey from her swollen flesh and suck the bundle of nerves. I scrape my teeth over it and bite it, feeling her tense and exploding.
“Ace,” Karla moans, pulling my head closer.
“That’s good, Angel, come all over my face.”
I lick up all of her honey and suck her bundle of nerves.
“Yes, I like that,” She moans, pulling me closer.
I sink my tongue inside her, and feel her inner walls grab my tongue, driving me insane. I pull away, grab my cock, and stroke it, looking at her pussy.
