I threw her down to the bed and dove between her legs, licking every square inch of her pussy, sucking the piss off of her clit. Village sex “Yeah, I guess a little.”
I was crushed. My personality, sense of humour, kind gestures … all pale in comparison to me acting as her toilet. Her tits were perky under her blouse, her long, dark hair waved as she laughed, and her pouty lips were just asking to have a penis between them. She agreed to meet with me at my townhouse once again the following week. After the meal was over, I paid the bill and helped her out of her chair. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. “What do you like most about sex, Morgan?”
I was a little embarrassed at the question because the woman at the next table shot a glare at us.
