I can see her eyes flare, and her thighs squeeze together.
“Yes, really. Tell me what you want and it’s yours.” I’d give her literally anything she asked for, and it’d be impossible to deny her.
“Your mouth,” she breathes out.
“Where?” I ask eagerly, not even letting a second pass after she speaks.
“My pussy,” she says confidently.
“Fuck yes,” I reply.
I flip her skirt up, and slide her panties down her legs so fast, her sandals fall off with the movement.
Sliding her off the desk, I quickly spin her around, and she yelps in surprise.
“You want to stop, just say stop,” I say to her back, waiting for her response.
“I’ll say stop if I want you to stop,” she replies, her tone uneven.
I stand, wrapping my hand around the nape of her neck and pushing her down until her stomach is flat on the desk. The bottom of her bare ass peeks out from beneath the fabric of her short yellow dress, teasing me. I flip the fabric up to her waist, and practically drool at the sight of her perfect, round ass.
“I said my pussy,” she quips with a breathy voice.
I land a single slap to one of her ass cheeks, and she squeals, attempting to push off the desk. I grip the back of her neck again, and gently guide her back down.
“I heard what you said,” I reply. “Stay down.”
With her cheek pressed to the desk, her soft pants fog the smooth acrylic surface. She looks up at me out of the corner of her eye, and bites her lip. I run my handsup her ass, squeezing roughly. She moans softly, and tries to push her ass back into my touch for more.
“So responsive,” I say thickly.
I continue running my hands up to her torso, then to her shoulders, and all the way down her arms. When I get to her hands, I grab them, and guide them to the opposite edge of the desk.
“Hold on,” I rasp, folding her fingers over the lip of the desk. Her knuckles turn white from the force of her grip. “Good girl,” I murmur into her ear, and she shivers.
I kick my chair back, and drop to my knees. Palming both of her ass cheeks, I gently pull them apart, revealing her soaking wet cunt.
“Oh, baby. You’re already dripping for me,” I say quietly, but not softly.
“Please,” she whispers, starting to squirm.
“Can you be quiet for me?” I ask, leaning down to press a kiss right to her entrance.
She gasps in surprise, the stammers, “Y-Yes.”
I waste no time, and dive right in. I take one long lick from her clit to her opening, and Ivy moans through clenched teeth. Pulling her apart with my thumbs, I lick, and suck, and devour her. Ivy attempts to stifle her cries, but her noises mixed with her taste, make me rock fucking hard in an instant.
“You taste like fuckin’ honey, baby,” I tell her as I unbutton my pants.
I drag the zipper down, and release my aching cock, precum already dripping from the tip. Pulling her ass apart with my palms again, I let a trail of spit drip from my mouth to the tight ring of muscle. I press my thumbdown on it, and start slowly circling, adding light pressure.
She gasps. “Oh, fuck,” she says through a groan.
“Anyone ever touch you here?” I ask, hypnotized by my thumb making idle circles on her ass.
“No,” she answers, her voice catching. “No matter how much I asked.”
I groan. “Ask me anytime you want,” I reply, and return my mouth to her swollen pussy. I feast on her, licking and sucking her clit in perfect tandem while still playing with her ass. I grip my cock in my other hand, and begin stroking myself fast and rough, lost to her.
