Good Girl

We smoked a little weed, got a little too high at first, but with a bit of music and a bit of stroking and touching I began to come down and enjoy myself. Being able to enjoy the cock that was hardening between my ass cheeks as I did a slow bump and grind move.

Your dirty thoughts spill out of your mouth and into my ear causing various streams of pussy mind to melt.

"Do you know how hard you are making my cock?"

Reaching my hand behind me to feel for myself, is when I realized there was a stream of your precum running from the tip of your dick down the inside of my thigh. When I did wrap my hands around your cock, I was shocked at how hard you really were. Is it really possible that gently stroking and sliding my ass cheeks up and down your shaft did that to you?

All the fluid flowing and your solid cock made me want to drop to knees instantly, but my mouth was glued together from the smoke, I needed water. Somehow, I manage to pry my ass and pussy away from your cock. Walking toward the kitchen you follow. My kitchen window looks out onto the balcony of my neighbors across the street–and they can see into my kitchen, fulfilling my exhibitionist streak.

The moment I coat my throat with water I assume my cock worshiping girl position, on all fours–like a dog–like the bitch in heat I am. Before I even take your cock into my mouth I smell you, inhale you, drink you in. As much as I want to take you all in and swallow every inch of your cock–I also want to prolong this prelude. I love the feel you on my cheeks and on my lips. Lifting your shaft with my nose, bouncing it a bit, my tongue slides around your tightening balls, my lips and my mouth then surround them, taking them in–gentle– firm– I tug,  they fill my cheeks.

No longer can I wait, my pussy is hungry and that equates to my mouth being hungry. You let me have my way, working your cock from thick and stiff to rock hard and eager. It's like I can't get enough, I eat you–the cock you give me makes me feel high, like I am floating, and can't breath properly, and my cunt is throbbing for more. By my hair you pull my wet slobbering mouth off of you, I'm reluctant to move from your cock, but your hand grabs around the shaft, as you rub the tip directly on my lips and soon you are rubbing your cock over my entire face. It is incredible, like being saturated in cock–burnished by dirty dick love–marked.

"do you like that? you are such a little cock cum slut, what a good girl."

Have I told you I like being called a good girl. It is strange statement– like using terms like daddy–they make me wet and slutty in the moment then afterward I begin to analyze them. Why do like to be called a good girl? Is it because I am not and when I am it's because I have a mouthful of cock and that's what I do best? Oh, I am a good girl.

Shoving your cock past my lips, I fuck you with my mouth, I am turned on like crazy from your beam being all over my face–I can smell your cock everywhere. You too are so ready, I know you want cum, I can feel it, I know if I continue you will.

I can't let that happen, my pussy needs your cock too.

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