Liv's Texan Experience - Sex Stories

Liv's Texan Experience

... her properly.

"Cam, I love how you always get so wet," I said pressing the front of her panties and relishing on the squishy sounds it made.

"Liv, please," she panted. "I'm so wet for you, please lick me."

Quickly I lowered her panties and attached my mouth to her begging pussy. She let out a moan of pure relief, I felt her finger through my hair, pushing me deeper into her. I licked and sucked her slit, loving the familiar taste and her sexy moans.

"Yes, Liv!" she said, grinding her pussy against my face. "It feels so fucking good!"

I raised my hand and quickly inserted two fingers in her, pumping them in and out roughly, just the way she liked it. I attached my mouth to her clit, sucking on her hardened nub, that made her gasp loudly. My other hand was squeezing her buttcheeks and I let my fingertips brush against her asshole. I loved licking Cam, her nectar was sweet and all her reactions made me burn with lust.

"Liv, you're eating me out so good!" she moaned. "You're going to make me cum in your mouth!"

Her moans were loud, and I knew it was useless to tell her to keep it down. Camilla was extremely vocal when we were having sex. She was shaking and squirming on my mouth and I knew exactly when she was going to orgasm by her grip on my hair getting even tighter.

She came with a loud and long moan of pure relief. Cam was one hell of a squirter, so I covered her pussy with my mouth, making sure to not waste a single drop of her sweet nectar, she ...

... loved seeing me drink it, she always said it was the best part. I felt her fingertips brushing my hair as I swallowed and when I was done, she feel on her knees and kissed me, licking all of her juices off my face.

"I want to do you too, Liv," she said between our kisses.

"Not now, baby," I answered, a bit sad because I would love sitting in Cam's face. "They're waiting for us."

We made out a bit more before cleaning ourselves and heading back to our places. When I arrived at the table, Mom looked at me with an arched brow and a look of suspicion.

"Did you at least greet her parents?" she asked.

"I tried, but we were busy," I said, laughing a little, and Mom just sighed.

Our food arrived swiftly, and the rest of our lunch went blissfully normal. I even greeted Camilla's parents before leaving. We both went home satisfied— the food wasn't amazing, but it was good enough. I drove slowly on the way home since I wanted to savor the time with Mom. We just chit-chatted and gossiped; I love that.

Once we were home, I helped Mom upstairs so she could take a nap, and I also wanted to sleep a little. However, I decided to take my nap outside on the porch. I wanted to spend as much time as possible breathing the fresh air. In New York, I was always inside, and when I was outside, the air smelled like smoke and trash.

I sat in the old rocking chair and just felt the breeze. It was summer, but by some miracle, the weather was nice today. I could hear the animals and ...