She was so skittish, it was like trying to seduce a cat! And I was definitely a dog person. “Two.” I forced myself not to react. Two? How was that possible? She looked at me, her incredible eyes full of doubts. “And none of them ever did what- you tried to do. In the supply closet.” No one had ever- she’d never- My mind was blank for a minute as that astounding, wonderful, very arousing information sank in to me. I was the first. The first to taste her. The first to make her feel the way only that felt. Holy hell, I could not wait to properly eat this woman out. I was going to make a meal of her. I would perform oral gymnastics. I would linger over her for hours. Days. Weeks. It was going to be a God Damn Pussy Eating Festival. I could still taste her on my lips. Still smell her sweet, clean, musky scent. Still feel her plump breasts and hips in my hands. I moaned. I thought I’d calmed my cock down, but now it was rising again. I grabbed a pillow and held it over my lap.
