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Is it possible to be dick drunk without getting any dick first?

“I said I wasn’t done with you,” he replied as he pulled out his cock. My mouth instantly started watering. “And I wasn’t lying.”

9

Harrison

Gwen looked like a goddess as she lay on my bed with the silver light of the moon illuminating her flawless physique. She was absolutely dick dr

unk, and I hadn’t even fucked her yet.

It was adorable. I’d made her come twice and she’d practically forgotten who she was. I’d carried her up here like she was my own personal fuck doll, but she was so much more than that.

She was everything.

I was hard as a rock and held my dick with my hands and squeezed, coaxing a small cascade of pre-cum to drip out. I coated my palm with it and used it to lube up my shaft and began stroking myself gently as I looked at her.

I’d tasted her; now it was time for her to taste me.

But not just yet.

“Strip for me,” I told her.

Gwen’s eyes went wide and she raised herself up on one elbow.

“Strip?” she asked. “Like a striptease?”

“Whatever you want,” I replied. “I just need to see your body, princess.”

A hint of a smile showed itself in her eyes, but she was still nervous, which was perfectly normal. This was Gwen’s first foray into all of this; she was bound to be a bit timid.

For a second, I thought she was going to say something, but instead, she reached down to take off her left heel, but I stopped her.

“No, princess. Leave those on.”

This time she did smile.

She likes this, I thought. A girl like Gwen, with the determination and Type A personality she had—all she needed was to be with a man who made her comfortable and she’d come right out of her shell. And I was just the man to do that.

I was the only man to do that.

“You’re naughty,” she whispered as she sat up on her knees and untucked her shirt. Slowly, she undid each button, one by one, until I got a glimpse of a lacy black bra underneath. It occurred to me that I hadn’t even seen her tits yet; I’d just gone straight for her pussy like a madman.

She slid out of her shirt with ease and tossed it on the floor. Despite being hidden by the bra, I could see that she had incredible breasts, and as she reached back and undid the clasp and let her straps fall down her shoulders, I felt my dick twitch in my hands and stopped stroking for a minute to make sure I didn’t get too close to coming.

I had a lot to do to her.

Gwen moved her arms and the bra fell aside, and then I saw them.

Perfect.

Of course they were. Everything else about Gwen was perfect, why wouldn’t her tits be too?

They were probably Cs verging on Ds, and I instantly wanted to get my hands on them. But I was also enjoying the show and wanted it to continue, so I let my smile do all the talking.

Gwen got the message and her lips curled at the edges of her mouth in affirmation as she continued to strip.

Next, she reached down to the hem of her skirt and began to raise it up. I’d already had my face buried between her legs, but watching her move like that had me feeling like I hadn’t—like this was all new to me.

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