“I like it when better when you undress me” she said, giggling and turning around to face him. He smiled, and rolled his eyes at her silly request. He was tired and she was trying to act coy. God Damn girl, just get naked.

He peeled her panties over her hips, running his fingers along her skin and noticing how she had trimmed her pussy, leaving a pretty triangle of soft hair, short and clean. She pushed her panties off of her feet and threw them to the floor. Opening her legs for him, she ran her fingers under her top, exposing the bottom of her round breasts and pinching her nipples for him to see.

He groaned and spread her legs. He loved how perfect her pussy was. She kept it the way he liked it- trim, with some hair. Enough to let you know she’s a woman. Shaved pussy is sexy to look at but sometimes he didn’t like to think he was fucking a little girl. Her pussy always tasted to sweet and she liked it when he tugged on her little patch.

He wasted no time delving his tongue between her pussy lips. He pushed her legs open wide and pushed his tongue into her pussy hole, coating it with her warm cream. His stomach muscles tightened and he felt a tightening in his pelvis with the throb of his cock. He heard her gasp a few times.

Dragging his tongue upwards, he zigzagged upwards to her clit. The gasps of breath came fast as she waited for him to settle, but he wouldn’t. He wanted to keep her right on the edge. The delicious beginning where it’s almost too sensitive for her to take. He flicked at her clit with a soft tongue. She squirmed beneath him, pushing into his lips. She had explained to him once before, the initial intensity that comes before the slow buildup. He wanted to keep that intensity. Make her cum hard and fast- no slow buildup. His tongue danced on her clit. Up and down, side to side. He pushed his lips around her slit and flicked, fast. Her moans were loud and she wanted some pressure release. But he wouldn’t give it.

“Fuck” she cried out, “slow down.” but he did not. He pinned her thighs open swirled his tongue in tiny figure 8’s on her clit. It was constant and unyielding. Never losing contact with her bud that was so swollen and hard. He was so hungry to make her cum he fought back the urge to bury his lips and tongue in her pussy. She flowed into his mouth, down his chin- she cried out to him, ‘It’s too much- fuck- it’s too much… no, no…don’t stop. Oh fuck don’t stop!”

She grabbed his head and squeezed her legs together around his head, jerking and fucking his face. The rhythmic contractions matched her breath- sharp exhales. groans. “Fuck, fuck…. ohhhhh god.” Her violent movements soon became delicious strokes towards him. Scooping her hips upwards into his tongue as her legs lightened their grip around his head.

His tongue sore, and his jaw aching, he finally pulled away from her pussy. She was still writhing on the bed, catching her breath and shaking. He sat back on his knees, watching her- beautiful girl. Just a few minutes had passed and he felt proud that he pleased her so well, and so quickly.

“God damn…” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “Do that again.“