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swirled
around it.
“ Oh god,” Jess squirmed. “Oh
yes!”
Sara took her clit in her mouth and sucked it
good and hard. Jess’ quaking thighs set Sara on fire. She wanted to
make her mark…to show her young pussy what it meant to be eaten out
properly.
“ I wanna taste you too,”
Jess begged, repositioning. “Flip around so I can make you feel
good.”
Sara perked an eyebrow. Most of the women
she’d been with were takers and not too keen on dishing it out.
“You wanna taste me?”
“ Oh I wanna do more than
taste,” Jess grinned. “I wanna bury my face in you.”
Sara flipped around. She didn’t have to be
told twice.
Jess ran her hands up and down the sides of
Sara’s thighs and caressed her ass. Sara let out a moan as the lips
of her pussy were spread and Jess’s cool lips ventured inside.
Jess moved her tongue with a skill that far
surpassed her age. She listened to Sara’s moans, focusing and
teasing. She added two fingers to the mix, probing her aunt’s moist
cunt. Sara rocked her hips to the rhythm of her lover’s touch. Her
eyes widened as Jess found her g-spot. It was the pinnacle of
sensation and every wave drowned Sara in its beauty.
“ I want you to cum for me,”
Jess moaned. “Cum in my mouth.”
“ You want me to shoot my cum
down your throat, baby?” Sara stammered, squirming back and forth.
“I’m so close. Just keep fucking my pussy.”
Jess kept working it and added Sara’s clit to
the mix, moving her mouth and fingers with an agility that pushed
Sara to the precipice of ecstasy. Sara felt the building in the
heart of her desire and burrowed her face into her niece’s sopping
pussy. Their contractions matched in time as they rocked back and
forth.
Sara released it as every fiber of her body
exploded with sensation. She felt her gooey lust seep from her
pussy and Jess kept sucking, licking every drop.
Sara clasped Jess’ body to hers, not wanting
it to end. She’d asked Davis what he was thinking when he slept
with his stepdaughter, but now she knew first-hand how amazing Jess
was. She was the best little fuck Sara ever had.
Chapter Ten
A Voyeur (Davis)
Davis squinted against the harsh morning sun.
He felt like someone clocked him with a brick. His mouth was bone
dry and he felt like shit…and totally deserved it.
He pulled himself from the sleeper couch in
the den, eyeballing the dinner table. He knew Sara had cooked her
ass off, but the very sight of the dried out steak remnants and
languid green beans made his stomach roll.
He breezed into the kitchen, swiping a
tumbler and filling it with water. After the liquid quenched his
thirst and steeled his nausea, the light of day shone uncomfortably
bright on his stupidity.
What the fuck had he been thinking? After all
the shit he gave Sara for even bringing up their hookup, a couple
of bottles of wine and he let the whole torrid thing come
loose?
The look on Jess’ face ripped Davis to the
core, but Sara’s eyes…her eyes broke him.
He downed the rest of the glass and turned on
the water, washing and putting it in the dish strainer. He walked
back into the dining room and gathered the dirty plates. He
scrapped the food in the trash and scrubbed the dishes clean.
He glanced over at the bare table and swiped
a rag to wipe it off. While he was sure Sara would appreciate the
gesture, who was he kidding? It was gonna take a lot more than
doing the dishes to make up for what he’d done.
“ Apologize,” he said aloud,
running a hand through his messy hair. He needed to apologize to
Sara. And Jess.
He wiped his soapy hands on his jeans and
started up the stairs. He’d talk to Sara first.
What would he say when she asked why he’d let
it drop? He was drunk yeah, but he wasn’t
black-out-slobbering-on-myself drunk. He still had control over his
faculties and could still hear the voice of reason loud and clear.
He’d just chosen to ignore it.
Davis stopped at Sara’s bedroom door. It was
open.
He took