Page 74 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
Knees by my shoulders, she leans up and grabs the headboard, which puts her exactly where I want her.
“Breakfast, huh?” She laughs and waves that pussy in my face.
Ten seconds later, she’s no longer laughing. I gently lap at her swollen clit while I reach behind her and slip two fingers into her tight, wet passage.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” Her pants are music to my ears.
I work her over until she’s trembling. Thighs tense. Body rigid. Back arched. Smothering me in the best way.
She must slap her hand over her mouth because her shriek is muted when she comes.
A minute later, her delighted giggle makes me smile as she collapses next to me. I expect her to fall asleep. It’s still early. We have at least another hour before we need to get up.
Instead, she turns to me, her eyes sleepy and sated, and rasps, “Your turn. Up here.”
And pats her chest.
I swallow as I try to make sense of what she wants. “You want me to... do the same thing to you?”
“Yeah. Get up here.”
And then she winks.
