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“Whew.” She fanned herself. We kept our towels tied around our bodies until we were in my room. She admired the decor as I dimmed the main lamps and turned on the red LED lights on the wall. The red hue would enhance her arousal and add to the vibes I was trying to give.

“Lay down for me,” I instructed as I removed her towel and placed it on the bed. She did as she was told, like my good girl, and I lifted her feet up. I looked at her pretty pink toes and placed her big toe in my mouth.

“Oh!” she yelped in surprise.

I smirked as my tongue tickled her toes. She laughed and tried to swat me away. I kept her leg in place and trailed kisses up her calf, behind her knee, and along her inner thigh. The closer I got to her pussy, the wetter she became.

“Don’t run when I dive into this pussy,” I forewarned.

“I will not run.”

“Good. And another thing, don’t hold your breath. The pleasure is much better when you breathe through it. Okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

Without another word, I placed her ass in my hands and lifted her up into an angle that allowed a prime pussy eating position. I started by using the tip of my tongue to trace along the length of her folds. When my tongue found her clit, I pressed the full length of my tongue onto the bead and slurped on it. She placed her hands in my locs and held them tightly.

The issue with a lot of men was that they had a one-track mind. Eating pussy wasn’t a race. It was a marathon. You had to know when to pick up the pace, when to go slow and steady, and when to apply pressure. Every woman, like a course, was different. There was no one rule fits all. Listening and adjusting to how her moans sounded, how her body reacted, and how her breathing changed was key to pleasing a woman.

“Oh, James!” Her head tilted as she ground her hips upward into my tongue.

“You moving like you wanna ride my face.”

“I do, baby. I want to sit on your face and suck your dick.”

My dick throbbed with excitement. I used my free hand to rub the tip. “C’mon.”

We moved around the bed until I was flat on my back and she was on top of me. She hovered her ass over my face as she gripped the base of my dick in her hand and massaged my balls with the other.

“Shit, baby . . .”

“Your dick is so thick. I don’t know how I’m going to take it all at once.”

“You’re a big girl, so you’ll figure it out.”

I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her down onto my face. I let her fuck my mouth. My tongue was her vibrator asshe twerked and rode my face. I was ready to suffocate in her pussy when she took all of my length into her mouth. I mean, she swallowed all of my nine and a half inches with no gag reflex. She sucked and slurped and stroked my dick until my body coated in a layer of sweat to announce my nut was about to coat her throat.

“I’m about to cum, James,” she warned.

“Cum on my tongue. Let me feel your juices on my lips.”

“Shit!” Her movements became sporadic as she rode my face into a point of no return. Her thick orgasm slid from her hole. She kissed the tip of my dick before she rolled off of me and tossed her arms above her head to catch her breath.

“What’s your favorite position?” I asked as I got on my knees and positioned myself between her legs. I slowly rubbed my tip between her folds. I pressed my tip against her throbbing bead as she squirmed under me.

“Whatever position is your favorite. Just stop teasing me. I need to feel it deep inside of me.”

“I can do that.” I slowly inched my way into her warmth. I took my time, letting her adjust to my full length. Her pleasure was more important than my need to coat her walls with my nut. I wanted her to feel me with every sense in her body.

I leaned down and stuck my tongue in her mouth. She could taste herself on my tongue. She was thick and flexible. I folded her legs and pressed them into her chest for optimal positioning.

“James . . .”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’m ready.”

I smirked as I pulled out just far enough for my tip to hit her entrance before I plunged into her. I dug deep into her pussy, finding her cup of juice with each thrust. The sound of her juices was all the music we needed at the moment. I looked into her eyes and saw the arousal was present.