Jason awoke slowly... confused and unsure about what was happening. Was he dreaming? No, he was awake... but what had woken him? Taking stock of the situation, he suddenly noticed the warmth of someone's breath and the gentle flutter of a tongue along his shaft. Coming to his senses, he lifted the sheet to confirm his suspicions...
Just as he expected – two pale green eyes were staring up at him, red lips gently kissing their way up his already engorged cock. Jason groaned and looked at the clock – 2:00 AM...
"Amy..." he asked – "Did I not just fuck you to unconsciousness less than two hours ago?"
Amy paused her teasing long enough to look up and flash a wicked grin – "Yes, sir, you did..."
Jason's mind wandered back to the previous evening's escapades – a lust-crazed, debauched romp that left them both in satiated bliss. Riding one wave of pleasure after another, screaming and moaning incomprehensibly... By the time they were finished, Amy had passed out in a quivering orgasmic heap. And yet here she was, two hours later – ready to go again.
Jason admired the view as Amy resumed her teasing – light kisses, gently gliding her tongue from the base to head, circling the top, and heading back down, only to repeat the process again... Clad in nothing but a lacy thong, she was a vision – with red hair, not the carrot-top orange but a gorgeous strawberry red, that she always kept just short enough to show-off her graceful, slender neck – and just long enough to grab a fistful of... when the situation called for it. Her body was a dream, runner's legs all the way up to her ass – and curves in all the perfect places... Pale skin, as smooth as porcelain, that always smelled of an alluring blend of grapefruit and rose.
But those eyes... Her eyes would always be his favorite feature – sea green with emerald flecks. They were intoxicating. They revealed every emotion that she endeavored to hide – they burned with her anger, glowed with happiness, and steamed with lust. And those lustful eyes were now glued to his own as this unbelievably sexy creature ravished her attentions upon his engorged member.
Suddenly, Jason was pulled from his reverie as Amy deftly took him in her mouth for one long, lurid suck. He involuntarily took a gasp of air at the sensation. Slowly gliding back up and releasing him from the warm moistness of her mouth, she gave him a sly grin, relishing the fact that she was bringing him such pleasure.
"So," he said, trying his best to put on a stern demeanor "what is so important that you had to wake me at this hour?"
"Well, sir," she replied "I'd like some more..."
"You'd like some more?" He asked, playfully mocking... "More what?"
Another cock engulfing suck... Another gasp. "I'd like some more of you, sir..."
He wasn't about to give into her that easily - "You, know, it's so early... I guess I'm still just a little fuzzy... What exactly do you want... you cock-hungry little slut?
Locking her eyes on his, a look of wanton lust on her face, she replied - "I want you to fuck me, sir..."
Jason groaned as his hard member twitched at her request. The filth that could escape the lips of this seemingly sweet, innocent angel never ceased to electrify him... She knew this, and she proceeded to capitalize on it.
"I want you fuck me. I want you to bend me over and have your way with me. Please, sir... Please take me... I want to feel you inside me."
Her desires made known, she then returned to her sucking, driving her mouth quickly down onto his erection, and then slowly withdrawing it, teasing the tip with her tongue before repeating.
