Chapter 04

She turned around again, her lips curving into a provocative smile as she slid her hands over her hips, her fingers playing with the edge of her panties, tugging lightly but not taking them off, just enough to leave me holding my breath, waiting for her next move.

I watched her, my eyes traveling over her body, the curve of her neck, the smooth flat stomach rising and falling with her quick breaths, and that perky, overly round ass. There was something about it that grabbed my attention hard, and I was figuring out why with every passing minute.

“Come on! Take those off, I wanna see! You know I wanna see…”

“Then you take yours off too, girl!”

I stood up, my body still shaking with excitement, and started unbuttoning my jeans, laughing and teasing, my eyes locked on hers, which now watched me with that naughty look, her lips still curved in a smile that promised a thousand things. I let the pants slide down my legs until they pooled around my ankles, revealing my old panties and my barely trimmed bush, proof that I hadn’t planned any of this, that it was all as spontaneous as it was intense.

“There!” I said, straightening up, my eyes challenging hers. “Now you take yours off!”

She bit her lip, her long fingers toying with the edge of the lacy panties, her eyes still locked on mine, gauging my reaction, maybe trying to guess if I was really ready for this. She turned sideways, her hip tilting just a bit, and started pulling the panties down slow, the fabric sliding over her firm thighs, revealing smooth skin, the little muscles flexing with every move, like she was dancing for me, every gesture designed to make me hotter, more turned on.

As the lace slid down, I could see the bulge forming between her legs, the cock that had been hidden until now, her balls settling slowly, swelling, the skin stretching as the shaft revealed itself, still half-soft but clearly growing by the second. It was strange, mesmerizing, watching it happen right in front of me, her dick thickening, the muscles in her thighs tensing as she pushed the panties down to her knees, her hips moving slow, almost like she wanted to tease me, make me crave every inch of that body.

She let the fabric slip to her ankles and kicked it aside, her feet sliding on the floor as she straightened up, her hands gliding slow over her waist, her fingers caressing the smooth skin while she looked at me, waiting for my reaction, measuring every sigh, every twitch.

I was speechless for a second, my gaze fixed on the sight, her cock already starting to harden, lengthening, the smooth skin taut, the head still partially hidden under the foreskin but clearly taking shape, pulsing faintly, like it was responding to my stare, to the desire that was now undeniable, impossible to hide.

She came toward me with a calm, predatory grace. When she got real close, she gripped my waist firm and laid me back on the couch, spreading my legs with this mix of authority and care, like she knew exactly what she was doing — and the effect it had.

She kissed me first on the lips, with that same mouth that had driven me wild just minutes before. The kiss was hot, wet, deep, and I felt my whole body opening up to it. No rush, she trailed her lips down my neck, making me shiver, and kept going to my tits, where she stopped to lick and suck with a precision that had me moaning without any control. My nipples hardened under her tongue like they knew her, like they were made for this.

She kept going down, kissing my belly with this tender but hungry touch. Every kiss was intense, slick, lingering, and I was already lost in it, my body on fire. When she reached my groin, she kissed the skin around it, taking her time to get to the center, like she was savoring my anticipation, teasing me on purpose. Her hands gripped my thighs, massaging with this delicious strength, firm enough to raise goosebumps, soft enough to leave me limp, spread wide, completely open for her.

I tensed up for a second, thinking about my bush, the lack of shaving, how raw and natural that area was. A dumb reflex, the kind drilled into you that a good pussy is smooth, polished, perfect. But before the thought could settle, her tongue reached me — hot, slow, wet — and I forgot all about any embarrassment.

She started with soft, long licks, the kind that make your soul leave your body, exploring every fold, every bit of my pussy with total devotion. She sucked my clit gently, with controlled pressure, then pulled back to lick slower, making my hips buck against her mouth on their own. It was like she knew my body before she’d even touched it, like she had the map to make me lose my breath. My head fell back, my fingers clenched the couch fabric, my legs trembled spread wide under her. No room for shame anymore — just pure pleasure. And she knew it.

She kept eating me out with that hot, soft tongue, leaving me boneless, surrendered, spreading me wider. I moaned without holding back, totally exposed on the couch, my legs hooked over the arms, my body twisting under her touches as she massaged my thighs firm and devoured me like she was starving for it.

But then, in the middle of that delicious hunger, she lifted her face — the mouth glistening with my juices, her eyes shining with lust.

“Can I?” she asked, her voice husky, deeper, loaded with desire.

I didn’t answer with words. I just bit my lip and nodded, my eyes saying it all. My body had already decided.

She stood up for a second, and I saw her cock hard, fully erect, pointing right at me. It was thick, gorgeous, with smooth skin, the head exposed and throbbing, like it wanted me too. Seeing it like that, so real, so close, stole my breath for a moment. My heart pounded in my chest, and my belly twisted with this hot, hungry anxiety.

She positioned herself between my legs, ran one hand over her dick, and slid it along my lips, coating it with my wetness. I gasped when I felt the head brush my clit — a shiver shot through my whole body. She kept looking at me, like she was waiting for the slightest hint of doubt, but I didn’t give her any. I was there, spread, trembling, begging without words.

When she finally pushed inside me, the air rushed out of my lungs in a long, deep moan, almost surprised. The feeling was intense. I felt my body molding around her, the stretch and that wave of heat flooding me from the inside out. She went slow at first, like she was testing me, wanting me to feel every inch, every throb.

My hands went instinctively to her back, my nails scratching lightly over the skin as she filled me deep, solid. The couch creaked under us, my breaths turning to broken moans, my hips matching her rhythm, wanting more, wanting it all.

She leaned over me, our tits pressing together, nipples hard and rubbing as she started moving, thrusting in and out with rhythm, with need. Every stroke was an explosion inside me, the pleasure building fast, almost rough, but wrapped in the way she looked at me, how she held my face in her fingers and whispered low:

“That’s it, baby… feel me inside you…”

She picked up the pace, her hips slamming against mine harder, more urgent. I felt her cock filling me deep, each thrust more intense, wetter, more desperate. Our bodies locked in this raw, sweet rhythm — animalistic and tender all at once, a hot, primal dance where desire didn’t ask permission. She moaned low, rough, the sound vibrating in my ear like it spoke straight to my core. I felt the sweat trickling down her neck, the heat of her chest against mine, the muscles in her thighs flexing with every push.

And then, suddenly, I realized.

My own body started vibrating out of control, like something was building inside me, hot, urgent, impossible to hold back. My muscles clenched around her involuntarily, like they wanted to pull her even deeper. The steady thrusts hit the perfect spot, making my clit pulse, every stroke ripping a louder, rougher moan from me.