Continuing Yes, Sir...thanks for the plot line, babe.
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He woke up before her. His arm was draped over her, holding her close, their naked bodies warm together even with the cool night breeze coming in through the window. He pressed his lips to her shoulder before kissing her neck. She stirred a little, but didn't wake.
"Time to go again, bitch," he whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear.
He began to kiss his way down her back, his hand squeezing her ass, then exploring down her thigh. Her body began to tingle and she moaned softly, but still thought she was dreaming. Pulling her shoulder toward himself, he cupped her right breast for a moment, nibbling on her shoulder, then let his hand run down her arm to her hip.
When his fingers found her warmth, she stirred again and rolled onto her back, opening her legs for him. He marveled that she knew she wanted him to touch her even though she was half asleep. Now both of her breasts were free, and he couldn't resist them. His cock began to grow against her leg as his mouth found her nipple and his fingers teased her moistening slit.
She started to wake as a hot flush spread across her skin, but she didn't want the delicious dream to end. Her legs spread wider as he rose on his hands and knees over her naked form, kissing his way from her breasts to her now dripping pussy.
His tongue spread her lips, his teeth nibbling. When he reached her clit she woke up fully, moaning his name. Her hands reached for the back of his head, pulling his face into her.
"You taste so good," he whispered, his breath hot on her thigh.
"Mmmm...Thank you, Sir." She began to grind her hips while his tongue danced on her pussy, flames licking at her belly.
He took one of her hands off his head and laid it on her breast, wanting to watch her play with her nipples as he licked her. He was not disappointed; her legs involuntarily tightened around his head as she pinched her own nipple, and she moaned his name. His tongue was inside her, licking her, drinking her, fucking her, making her squirm.
When she tried to pull him up next to her, he swatted her hand away. "I have no intention of stopping until you come on my face. You don't get my cock again until you do."
"Yessss, Sir." She released a low growl of frustration that ended in a moan as he continued his assault on her. She was grinding her hips, one hand pinching her nipple, one hand on the back of his head, holding his face against her dripping pussy, her legs squeezing him.
"God, I love your pussy. Fuck my face. I want to taste your cum."
She moaned as his words washed over her, coating her in liquid heat. He licked her clit, applying enough pressure to make her putty in his hands. She bucked into him as he inserted two fingers into her pussy, still licking her clit. She couldn't hold out much longer.
"Cum for me." She convulsed as he licked faster, harder, and she grabbed his head with both hands. He drank from her as she came on his mouth, shuddering and screaming his name.
"Good bitch," he grinned from between her knees. "I hope the neighbors heard that."
"God," she moaned. "That would usually embarrass me, but right now I find it hard to care."
He laughed softly as he kissed his way up her belly, pausing to suck each nipple before kissing her mouth, showing her how sweet her pussy tasted. As he kissed her, his cock slid easily into her pussy. She moaned into his mouth, the abating warmth from her orgasm crashing back over her, setting her afire again.
