Page 62 of Fake Love

Fuck. I think I just leaked some pre-cum at her words.

I need to distract myself before I blow my load without even trying.

“Should we put something on? That way we can get comfortable on the couch and see where this adventure takes us?”

Jen gives me a nod before dropping her hands from her breast and taking a seat on the couch. I want to tell her to take her panties off so I can see if she’s soaking wet, but I don’t.

They will be on the ground eventually.

Grabbing my phone from where she left it on the couch earlier, I look up a porn video that we can watch together.

“Any preferences?”

“No anal,” she says with no hesitation.

Nodding, I pick the very first video that I find that doesn’t have anal and connect it to the TV.

With everything set, I take a seat next to Jen before press play.

We sit shoulder to shoulder at the video starts to play and the sex sounds fill the room. We watch as the guy kisses his way down the woman’s body, as he licks her and finally makes his way to her pussy.

The woman opens her legs wider, showing us exactly what the guy is doing to her with his tongue and his fingers.

Does this turn me on? Sure. I’m definitely feeling something down there, but I would be feeling a whole lot more if I were doing those things to Jen.

I look over at the girl in question and see that she is sitting ramrod straight, looking like she doesn’t even want to move.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Or maybe, we’re going about it the wrong way.

Thinking of something, I shift a bit and I throw my arm across the back of the couch, before I lean into her ear.

“Let’s adjust the no touching rule a bit, shall we?” I say before placing a hand on her shoulder, shifting her so that her back is against my chest.

Once we’re skin to skin like this, Jen relaxes a bit, her head settling on my chest as she watches the video.

Her attention may be on the video but my attention is on her.

I keep my eyes on her hands. One slowly glides against her thigh, while the other glides against her breast again.

And when she shifts, I know she’s getting turned on but not fully there yet.

So let’s get her there.

“Do you like your pussy eaten like that, Jennifer?” I ask in a low whisper, moving her away from her neck and ear. “Answer the question. Do you like your pussy eaten like that?”

Jen cradles herself deeper into my chest. “Yes.”

“Do you like your clit being flicked by a lounge that knows what it’s doing?”

Her breathing is starting to get more labored. “Yes.”

Without touching her, I glide my nose along the edge of her neck, feeling her get more unsettled against me.

“Are you turned on, Jennifer?”

This time her answer comes instantly. “Yes.”

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