“I kept you something though”
She picked up one of the kitchen chairs and placed it emphatically in the middle of the floor. Then skipped up to him, and stroked his face and looked at him both shy and flirtatious, skipped back and span round and faced him. Then in a movement of almost shocking intimacy she lifted her dress up for him.
Her cunt was bare, hairless, she sat on the chair and spread her legs wide. He could see a flash of white oozing out between her lips.
‘I know you didn’t get to come for the meal, but I brought you the doggy bag, Now I’d like you to lick and suck every drop of him out of me. And you so want to do that, don’t you? I’m right aren’t I you slut? You do.
‘Yes.’ he exhaled the admission.
He felt himself weakening his face numb where she’d stroked it his knees folding as he was drawn across the room towards her.
‘You really are a little bitch aren’t you.’ she said soft, lustful, croaking, stroking his head, while he was down.. down ‘there’; liquid musky ‘there’. sucking tingly, savoury gouts of Dan from her creamy, swollen cunt. All resistance and objections falling away in the face of animal arousal. His face was pressed into her, pleasing her with his tongue flicking over her clitoris, his fingers now entering her to find her g-spot as she sighed and spread her legs more widely. His eyes were closed,and it was completely dark, dark and wet, but did he imagine it, or what was… that? He rather thought it might be… although perhaps not the kind he’d once hoped for, or was he being honest with himself, oh god.. maybe this wasn’t the time for introspection.
But, yes that did indeed look like a spark.