JUST WHAT SHE NEEDED {UnderConstruction}

Just What She Needed!

         
         As Emily kissed, licked, and drooled her way up and down the pulsing length of brown meat she was gripping so tightly in her small, pale hands, she did so with abandon.  No regrets, no introspection into this wanton indulgence, just pure, unadulterated passion that was feverish in its intensity.  The woman she used to think she was might have wondered how she'd gotten to this point, how she had fallen so deeply in lust so quickly with this man whose dick she was literally worshiping with her mouth, but not this Emily.  This Emily--- the one striving so hard to make Joshua erupt explosively across her lips and tongue--- she wasn't thinking of anything else beyond the tangy-sweet taste of that milky cum she wanted so desperately to swallow. 

         Joshua leaned back, his broad shoulders pressed against the door while recalling with a grin that he had only barely gotten inside the apartment before Emily had pounced.  She was squatting low now, right in front of him, and her heels--- perched in the glossy black platforms she'd gotten specifically for today---were digging into the round flesh of her bare ass but she hardly noticed.  With her creamy thighs spread and braced alongside Joshua's shins Emily was perfectly situated to devour the thick mass of his almost serpentine dick.  Showing a near practiced degree of oral skill she fit her lips snugly around him and began gulping, nostrils flaring as each new inch of meat disappeared.  His shaft  heavy on her tongue,  Joshua drove the plum-shaped head closer to the back of her already straining throat.  Rivulets of spit oozing from the corners of her mouth, Emily sucked harder as she clutched lower, trapping his sweaty nuts in her merciless grip.
 
         Emily echoed Joshua's satisfied grunts with moans of her own, just part of the chorus of wet sounds rising from his crotch as she worked.  Almost...  Almost...  Almost...  There!  Groaning, Joshua gave voice to the sweet nasty torture of it all, the sound of his voice now resonating in the apartment and beyond like the rumbling of a breaking storm.  Every muscle tense he held her deep cranberry locks  tight and let his cannon fire, she had won and this salvo was his surrender.

         His discharge was as appreciable as her efforts had been and, in the heat of this moment, teaspoons seemed like quarts, drowning her just the way she---



         "Honey...?!?"

         The voice jarred her like it came from a distance, its tone aggravated and out of place in this delicious moment.  Dreams were so---

         "Emily!  Emily, what the fuck are you in here doing?"

         Oh shit oh shit oh shit!  The voice wasn't a dream, everything else had been!  She blinked with the wild-eyed stare of someone dreaming of falling yet waking just before the hit.  The light in all its unforgiving brilliance had been flipped on and through the glare she saw that it was Danny.  Not Danny the pizza guy, or Danny her cousin, this was the seven-month and counting live-in boyfriend Danny that had caught her with her fingers deep in her literal cookie jar, tangled in the sheets and moaning like a---

         "You horny bitch!  You've been turning me down for two weeks and this is what you do when I'm not here?"

         Damn, she was so busted...