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She shook her head.
“I want to go down on you while you go down on me.”
She pulled her neck back, looking skeptical. “That’s possible?”
I laughed. “Yes. And trust me, you’ll love it.”
“You’re the teacher,” she shrugged and lay down.
“Okay, just lie on your side, yep, just like that.” I joined her on the ground, lying in the opposite direction. “All right, so just do what you were doing before. Don’t worry about deepthroating or anything fancy, your mouth feels great no matter what,” I said. “Oh, and when I cum, don’t worry about swallowing it. Trust me, for your first time, that’s not important.”
“All right,” she said and swallowed my dick again with her mouth. Next, I pulled down her panties, and clasped my mouth around her clit. Twirling my tongue around, I pulled away just long enough to say, “You taste so good.”
“Mmm.” Her constant vibrations from her mouth and the quivering of my legs was sending me so close. Her head bobbed quicker as my tongue slid around the perfect, pink pussy I had dreamed of touching for so long. I thought I was going to be able to hold on for at least five more minutes until I felt her moaning more intensely and her legs shake even harder. She was already cumming.
Her arousal did it for me, and within seconds I said, “I’m gonna cum.”
I expected her to pull away, not wanting to swallow it, but when she didn’t, I was worried she didn’t hear me. “Rose, I’m gonna cum. Pull… Pull away.”
But she didn’t. Instead, she loosened her throat and let my dick slide down her throat, making me shoot my load into her. And she swallowed every drop.
When I finished, I pulled away, and we both rolled onto our backs, panting for fresh air.
“Rose,” I said, my chest rising high with each inhale. “I don’t throw shit like this around lightly… but that was hands down the best blow job of my life.”
“Huh?” she said in a daze, staring at the ceiling. “Oh, yeah. Thanks. Whatever it was that you did to me… oh my god. That was… wow. Does it always feel that good?”
I chuckled. “If you do it with me, it is.”
“Jeez,” she said. “That was insane. What the hell have I been doing my whole life, missing out on this stuff?”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you!”
“Yeah, I get it now, holy,” she said. “I think I need a drink.”
“Fuck, you’re a hell of a woman,” I said, jumping up from my spot and grabbing my boxers. “You read my mind.”
“I guess I should probably put some clothes on,” she said. “I’m kind of chilly now that we stopped, uhh, doing that.”
When she left, I decided to introduce her to something new. Something a little less strong and a little sweeter than the classic rum and coke she had before. Grabbing the vodka from the cupboard, I splashed an ounce into the glass and added some lemon lime soda. Then I finished with a few ounces of lime juice on top.
Right as I finished making the cocktail, she exited the room in a pair of jeans and plain green v-neck t-shirt. As I walked to the fridge, I pointed to her drink. “That’s yours; let me know what you think.”
Opening my fridge, I looked at what I could make for myself before settling on a classic beer. From behind me, I heard Rose go, “Mmm. This iswaybetter than that rum!”
“Yeah, well, you were making those pretty damn strong,” I said laughing. “But yeah, that’s a vodka slime. Not bad, huh?”
“I could drink ten of these.”
“Yeah, that’s how it goes, usually,” I said. “Killer hangovers, though. Way worse than the rum.”
“Oh great,” she said. “Can I try your beer?”
“Sure,” I said, and joined her at the breakfast island and passed her my beer. She took a large gulp then ripped it from her face, a sour look printed on her face.
Sticking out her tongue, she said, “That’sbeer? That’s disgusting! How do people drink that?”
“Nothing is more refreshing after a long day’s work than an ice-cold beer.”
