Good Girl

My head rests on your lap. I unzip your trousers, reach in and pull out your hard cock. I lick my lips at the beauty, the glorious thick shaft. The tip glistens with a bead of pre-cum, twitches in anticipation. I swipe my tongue, relish that first taste.

My ass rises up as I shift to my knees, wrap my mouth around you, take you in as far as I can. You moan, drop your head back onto the sofa, cup my ass with your hand.

As I stroke your cock, fuck it with my warm, wet mouth, I fall into the zone; that delicious place where my body only feels and my mind empties of everything but you.

You slap my ass once, twice, three times. The sting makes my pussy drip with greed and I slide further into that misty place. I moan — something I know you like because it vibrates up your cock — and suck faster. Harder.

You groan, press my head down, urge me to suck you harder. I wrap my hand around the base and stroke in time with my mouth, squeezing tight.

“Good girl,” you moan. “Such a good girl.” You reward me by pressing your finger into my ass, stroking in and out.

Your cock hardens even more and you thrust your hips forward, push down on my head and grunt as you cum, your warm juice coating my mouth and throat.

Your finger presses palm-deep into me and my own orgasm rips through me, my tight ass gripping your finger like a vice.