Aimee watched as Greyden lurched up like a zombie and stretched. She'd expected him to get up out of bed and start his day; he was an early bird after all. She watched him bathe in the morning sun before he turned and rolled over, positioning himself between her legs so that his shoulders knocked against her thighs.
"Good morning," he kissed up the soft skin of her inner thigh, which should have stirred something inside of her, but she knew Greyden was standoffish. He kissed up her thigh, across her midriff, and back down the other. His tongue danced around her pussy, but never close enough to be promising. Aimee knew what he was doing. Actually, It was more like she knew what he wasn't doing. He doesn't know she knows, but she does, and she's tired of it.
Greyden opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a syllable, Aimee dug her heels into the mattress and flexed her hips up into his face. Her muff rose to meet him like the upturned lips of an eager mouth, and she smeared his cheeks and nose with her nectar.
"Babe!?" He protested in a thin flare of annoyance, but Aimee didn't want to hear it. Where was this indignant fit when she was the one posed to please? Her mind fell into an arcane swirl as she recalled the times she'd prostrated herself with looking up at him with hands pressed into his thighs as she struggled to take him deeper. He didn't seem to mind when he shot his cum down her throat like a milky deposit. Greyden didn't mind then, so Aimee didn't mind now.
She wrapped her ankles around his head like a crown and drew him in. "What are you-" but the rest was lost. His nose rubbed against her clit and though it was a clumsy experience, it still gave Aimee a little jolt of excitement. He tried to struggle against her, but she'd locked her ankles behind his head with a smug satisfaction. "No boy," she thought smugly. "You're not getting away from this one."
It took a moment for Greyden to get to work. His mouth opened and closed around her pussy as if she were a teenager and this was his first kiss. She drew him in tight, pressing him between her thighs, hoping it would motivate him. He only pressed his fingers into the back of her, and she couldn't tell if he was trying to get free or just settling in. Either way, the thought of him under her steel authority excited her, and she greedily wanted more.
She felt his tongue trace up and down the lips of her pussy as if getting a feel for the terrain. "Atta' boy." She coaxed and felt him finally give in as his grip relaxed, "Yeeeeeeeaaaasss," she whispered before letting her head flop down onto the mattress.
Aimee had never eaten pussy before, but she imagined it was leagues easier than the throat fucking she endured. She squeezed her thighs together determined to make this no easier than he did on her. She smiled at the sound of his rotten grunt.
