1. Dirty Girl


    Date: 12/5/2023, Categories: Fetish, Author: Safryzer 

    ... shock as I pulled her knickers clean to her ankles regardless.

‘Like I’m about to let such a delicacy go to waste!’

Avril clamped her thighs together in embarrassment, but my hungry, boorish tongue had no truck with such resistance. She quickly understood just what a gourmet treat her stale, sweaty pussy was to me. Her thighs relaxed as she sighed, and her fingernails gathered clumps of my hair, pulling me in deeper.

My fingertips, for their part, worked at the back, guiding Avril’s juices up into her butt crack, then stirring deeply until a finger slid inside her butthole with ease.

‘Oh! Thomas!’ That started as an admonishment but collapsed, revealingly, into a sigh.

Avril pulled me back, and we fell onto her deep, shabby sofa.

For a moment, I paused to admire her thick, jet-black bush, matted to a peak by the sports knickers now hanging from one of her ankles. Avril gave an athletic kick beside my ear, sending those knickers off in an arc away behind me.

Sliding my open mouth up her inner thigh, I drew a deep, long breath. Avril’s scent pulled my nose towards her cunt as though it had me by a taut rope. My tongue probed greedily, diving deep into her cunt to meet the mound my finger was making in the wall of her vagina through her ass.

Avril’s back arched high. ‘Jesus! Thomas!’

It wasn’t long before she came with a flood. Back then, Avril was the wettest girl I’d fucked. I was entranced.

The rest of that evening is a blur in my memory. A blur ...
    ... of fucking, drinking in the heady post-workout scent that drifted across the curves of Avril’s body. Lying in the fading light, squinting to study the cracks on the ceiling as though we were reading palms, then talking of dreams until our mouths drew close to paint the thrill of our hopes in deep kisses. Deep kisses that led to more fucking.

Sunlight streaming through the thin curtains woke us early. Our post-orgasmic stupor had slipped into the kind of sleep that’s so deep, it feels like skipping a page of life with a single night of death. The sun-kissed us back to life as a couple.

With a throttled groan from deep in her throat, Avril stretched and slipped from under my arm to pull herself up onto an elbow for a proper morning yawn. Lazily, I took in a slither of the world through my barely opened eyelids, my lashes struggling to shade the rude beckoning of the morning light.

Mercifully, Avril spoke in a morning whisper. ‘Wow. We didn’t even make it up to bed. Again!’

‘Hmm. I’m-, I- I did warn you that I’m a genius at sleeping on sofas.’ I’d upped the volume a little, trying to pull myself into the day.

Avril let out a sudden squeal of delight.

‘Ha! YES! Shot! Look!’

With a sharp intake of breath, I mustered the energy to open one eye fully, though the other clamped tight in protest. I spun my head to follow Avril’s excited gesture.

‘Wow. Once the netball genius, always the netball genius, I see.’

In the far corner of the room, Avril’s knickers ...
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