She held her legs by the back of her knees while I buried my face. I could feel it building in her body: that tension that eventually releases into a quiver of soft moaning. Pushing my mouth deeper, I slowed to longer luxiourious laps of her lips until I could feel her hips respond to the rhythym once again. Once that happens I switch back to the rapid flicks on her clitoris and feel her cum to my mouth again and again. My face was covered in her juices and my dick was hard as a stone.
My girlfriend Sasha and I had been fighting. For a long time. We hadn’t had sex in around three months and it was driving me crazy. She didn’t seem to mind the dry spell and took some pleasure in teasing me lately. We lived together, but she never asked me to sleep on the couch. I’d go to bed and wake up with an erection that I made a pointedly didn’t hide from her, and she would always just glance at it and give me nothing but a smirk.