She lays you down on the bed, your head rolling on its side. As she climbs on the bed, her weight tilts your gaze down her face, then her stomach, to her hungering lips. She sits on her knees, her sex mere inches from your face. The smell of soap and the feel of her breath ooze around your head.
"Anna," you pant from watering lips, "Is anyone coming home?"
"Oh yeah," she laughed. She cooed, brushing her hands on your cheeks, "You're all the way in the living room." Her thumbs drew circles around your jawline.
"It's just, well", you blushed, "I don't wanna get caught." Your hands were madly clawing your thighs, your shaft aching under denim and cotton. Your tongue pressed against her thumbs from inside your cheeks. Anna smiled at this, licking her teeth. She slid one thumb in your mouth, rolling it over your taste buds.
"Let them come", she replied. Before you could respond she drew you in close, the tip of your nose against her clit. She rolled you around it, her back arching and shoulders stiffening. Down in the living room, you practically ripped open your pants, flung out your dick, and pumped yourself mad. Upstairs, as Anna pleasured herself with your nose, you doubled down with your tongue, rimming around her entrance. She moaned so cutely, so lustfully at this that it took all your strength to stop from bursting right there.
She wasted no time. She pulled you away and turned around, flopping herself flat on the bed at last. Her fingers clawed your hair, begging for more as she drove you in. Below your body was in the throes of desperation, your hands rubbing head and shaft with wild abandon, bathed by a fountain of precum. Your lips now pressed at her gates, you moaned your tongue inside, battering her walls with the your oral might, Her hands wildly scattered through your hair, and her thighs pressed hard on the sides of your head, legs twisting in ecstasy.
Like voodoo toothpaste, she squeezed you dry. Your hands were a total mess, along with your pants and shirt. Your breath was heaving against her rim, as your tongue shivered back behind your lips. Sadly, you hadn't climaxed her... yet.
"Oh god, don't stop, baby, please don't stop..." Even these many minutes in she could hold it, and you feebly tried to lick her off again. But as tired licks turned to weak kissing, patience turned to concern. She peeled you off her slit and sat up, looking down to meet your eyes. There was a pleading in her lips and brow, but an unmistakable guess in her eyes that you were spent. Also, of course, that she loved you.
"I'm sorry, baby," you managed to pant out. She smiled, knowingly, a kind of motionless nod.
"It's alright, ahaha, don't worry." She lifted you to her lips and kissed out her juices, fixing your hair as the two of you broke off. "You know, now that I'm free to think about it... why'd you come here?"
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