Have You Ever? [M/F] [Straight] [18+] [Teasing] [Oral] [Female orgasm]

**Have you ever wanted to lay between your lover’s legs and feel her center’s warmth against your lips?**
Taking your time running your tongue up her soft, smooth legs? Nibbling on the inside of her thighs. Ignoring her wetness, even as her hips twitch towards your mouth. The sweetest sounds escaped her throat, filling the room with her desire and need.

**Have you ever wanted to lay between your lover’s legs and tease her within an inch of her sanity?**
And when she can’t take a second more, you run your tongue over her wet lips while pinning her hips down to keep her from thrusting up. You continue your teasing assault as you spread her open with your tongue and softly begin to lap up her juices.

**Have you ever wanted to lay between your lover’s legs and tell her she’s a good girl as you remove one hand from her hips?**
Gently, you insert one finger, followed by a second. You chuckle as she grips them with her muscles and slowly start to pump your fingers in and out in a rhythmic pattern. As her moans pick up, your fingers continue at their steady pace; you’re not ready for her to cum yet. You whisper sweet nothings against her lower stomach, leaving a trail of kisses behind each word until you hit your prize.

The Goddess (F30), the Playboy (M33), and the Driver (M38) (OC. Not looking for feedback.)

She walked up to Zeph in a green sweater dress, purple thigh-high stockings, and grey-heeled boots. She propped her firm ass on the edge of his desk. His ice-blue eyes looked her up and down, settling at the hem of her dress. Pushing his chair back, he grabs her hand, pulling her gently off the desk. Standing before him, she runs her fingers through his hair as his hands start to snake up her thighs and under her dress. A slight moan escapes her lips as he squeezes her thigh.

“Lock the door.” He all but demands. Like a good girl, she does what she’s told. “Take it off.” He demands. She pulls the dress off, leaving her in nothing but her stockings and boots. He stops, taking her in. Her long, dark, silky locks fell over her shoulders, and she had firm breasts with hard, rosy pink nipples. Her flat stomach was marked only with freckles, down her lower belly to her waxed mound, and then up again to her violet eyes, dark with desire.
“Sit.” He tells her. She walks over to his desk and sits, her long legs dangling over the edge.
“Lay back.” He tells her. She does, raising her arms over her head and gripping the desk. Zeph runs his hand up her stomach, between her breasts, and back over her center before pulling away. Being tall has its perks. She puts her feet on the desk, opening her legs further. Pulling himself forward, he begins to nibble on her thighs, alternating between each one, getting closer and closer to her center.