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Malpractice

... different way than just a few seconds ago. “Yeah...” she whispered, and grabbed the back of my head, pushing my lips into hers. She exhaled into my mouth and starting massaging my tongue with hers. Her one arm moved down my neck and grasped my shoulder. My own hands instinctively went to her ass, and squeezed it firmly. Suddenly the pain was starting to pound like a sore thumb, and I felt how one of Denise's hands moved down to unzip my fly. We kept making out as she pulled my jeans down and stroked my dick through my boxers. Our tongues were all a-tangled when she took out my erection and finally got down on her knees. “Wow.” she gasped. “It's really big.” “It's long, but not very thick.” I confessed. She gave the tip a kiss, then another, then another with tongue. She coyly made out with my dick before putting in in her mouth. She was able to get it just about halfway down her throat before she gagged and had to retreat. “Five stars.” she said, and looked up at me with a naughty smile. She starting sucking it neatly, jerking it with her one hand and caressing my leg with the other. Her lips felt soft and sweet. Playfully, but somehow reservedly, she twirled her tongue around my dick as she sucked it. Eventually I had to come. I felt it building up in my loins, and with a grunt I emptied it all in her mouth. For a moment she looked around witlessly, not knowing what to do. Swallow it, I thought. Drink it all To my surprise that was exactly what she did. She downed it and ...

... her face rendered an expression resembling that of someone doing a shot of vodka. I could see the moment it “hit” her, and it was as sexy as it was comical. We looked at each other for a while, and without breaking eye contact she started to tenderly kiss my cock, cleaning it with smooches and licks. I flipped the switch on the wall. Nothing happened. “Looks like power's out here too.” I said. We laughed a bit. And Denise got up, licking some of my cum off her lips. As she headed for the door, she turned to me. “Hey, this was really unexpected but, I'll see your around. Okay?” “Yeah, sure. Take it easy.” “Bye.” “Bye.” Even though I closed the door, I could still see her. Obviously I knew she was still on the other side of the door, I know what object permanence is, but I could somehow feel her. It hit me, that it was a dull, faint ache in the back of my head that was pointing toward her through the wall as she walked back to her own house down the block. But now the ache was manageable. Even slightly pleasant. And I felt energized. But exactly what had just happened? Even in the daze of post-ejaculation, I saw how there was no way that a hot girl like Denise, who I barely knew, would just go down on me right in the hallway. I was very, very confused. Had my headache somehow made her do it? I had thought about her in a, less than platonic way – and then we had... I didn't know what to think. My sisters would be home in a while. This one is kind of short, still fumbling about ...