“Let’s fuck,” Sarah said as we sat on the couch.
I glanced over to her and made a “really?” face. She smirked and shimmied off her pajama pants. She never wore underwear. She sat, Al Bundy style, and spread her legs. I watched her, amused.
“Eat it,” she said.
I took a pillow from the sofa and dropped it on the floor, got down on my knees and wasted zero time burying my face between her thighs. She gasped as I ran my tongue over her clit. I made eye contact with her and winked. Her favorite. She was soaking wet.
“Gimme a taste,” she begged.
I slid a finger inside of her perfect flowering pussy and pulled it out.
“Open up,” I said as I put my finger in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it and sucked, licking her juices from my finger.
“Damn, I taste good.”