I glide my tongue up and down through her smooth flesh and encounter a little bud near the top. I’m suddenly sick and her taste is the cure. Delicious nectar sluices over my taste buds and rouses something animalistic inside of me. Her giggle turns into a whimper when I part her pussy lips gently with my tongue, easing my way into her wet folds. With her knees grasped in my hands, I lean in, smiling against her pussy. She gasps when I fall to my knees before her. There’s a twist deep, deep in my belly, but it’s not just my system begging for relief, it’s something male and prideful, ordering me to serve and pleasure my woman.Ībruptly, I stand and deposit her in the chair where I was sitting. Sweat forms on my upper lip and forehead, precome squirting from the head of my prick and dampening the fly of my pants. It’s wet, smooth and smells like sugar-sweet heaven. Nothing has ever been more perfect or tempting. A tight, pale cunt with a little strip of red hair running down the middle-and it’s mine, all mine, all mine.

A groan wracks my body at the sight that greets me. Needing to get my eyes on her female flesh, I drag the panties down her thighs, knees and calves, dropping them onto the table. Lola’s head lolls back, her lips parted and panting. I uncover her once more, tossing the napkin aside and splaying my hand over her stomach. “Open the champagne and leave us,” I direct the waiter, who does as I ask without hesitation, leaving the open bottle in a silver bucket beside the table before leaving again. I hear a set of footsteps approaching the room and throw a cloth napkin over her lap.

Yeah, she can make whatever complaints she wants out loud, but I know she doesn’t mind this filthy mouth of mine. “God, you’re so blunt,” she admonishes me, but she’s breathing heavily, her perky tits heaving up and down, close enough that I could suck them through the material of her dress. “Christ, the thought of sinking my meat into this…” I use my forearm to push her dress higher, up around her waist.

For my sanity.” I push her thighs apart and knuckle the crotch of her mint green panties, finding them damp. She laughs at my dumb joke and pleasure expands my chest.

A Dash Of Spice by Jessa Kane