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never pleasured yourself.” She marched up to KC, placed her hands on her chest and maneuvered her backward until the backs of her legs bumped into the bed. “Then let me show you what it’s like when a man pleasures a woman. You’ll see what I’m talking about then.”
    Rosalyn pushed her back until she lay on the bed, her legs draped over the side. When KC tried to scoot the rest of the way up onto the mattress, Rosalyn held onto her thigh. “No, stay here.”
    “But—”
    “Trust me.” Rosalyn leaned over KC and pressed her lips to KC’s, her tongue diving in to thrust, twist and tangle. She pulled back until her lips hovered over KC’s. “He might start with a kiss.” Then her lips skimmed along the line of KC’s jaw and down the long line of her neck.
    “Oh, yes. He did do that,” KC said, her breathing coming in shallow pants. “Only he went lower still.”
    “Like this?” Rosalyn licked, nipped and kissed a meandering path down over KC’s collarbone to the rounded mounds of her breasts. She took one breast into her mouth, tonguing the nipple.
    “Yes, like that.” KC’s back arched off the bed, pressing the breast more fully into Rosalyn’s mouth.
    Rosalyn sucked hard on the nipple, laving it with her tongue, nipping at the tip playfully. Her hand moved across to the other breast, teasing it to a tightened nub.
    KC writhed against the mattress, her body on fire with a need she’d never known before today. “I want…”
    “What do you want?” Rosalyn spoke against her nipple, her breath warm, intoxicating.
    “I don’t know, but I want more.”
    “Oh, honey, you’ll be screaming with need before I’m done with this lesson.” Her hands and mouth slipped down over KC’s belly, inching a path lower and lower until they stopped at the mound of hair.
    KC bucked, wanting the hands and mouth to go lower. Not that she had any idea as to what it would feel like, but every part of her body told her she wanted them lower.
    Rosalyn slipped off the bed and KC almost cried as her warmth went with her.
    She spread KC’s thighs wide and stepped in between them. “If I were a man, I’d be tempted to ram my dick into you at this point. But a real man would want to pleasure his woman first. Make her hot and moist so that when he slides into her, he’s surrounded by the juices he’s inspired.”
    “Juices?” KC squeaked, completely out of her element now, splayed out like a calf for branding. “I’m lost here. I can rope, ride and herd cattle. But this is all new and bewildering to me.”
    “Not for long. Feel and learn, sweeting.” Rosalyn parted the hairs over KC’s mons and slipped her fingers between the folds, tickling the nubbin.
    A shock of awareness made KC’s hips jerk upward.
    “Feel that?”
    KC’s breath caught in her throat and she had to swallow twice before she could answer. “Y-yes.”
    “That is your clit, the source of pleasure for all women. A man who has ever loved a woman would know this and seek this little button of desire to bring her to the same level of satisfaction as he can obtain by simply ramming his dick into her cunt.”
    Rosalyn stroked the nubbin, her finger drawing a line down to the entrance to KC’s womanhood. She swirled her finger around and around the hole, dipping into the moisture seeping out. “You must be feeling something. You’re all hot and wet.” Her finger traveled upward to coat the nubbin with the newfound moisture.
    KC’s fingers dug into the blanket, her body tensing as Rosalyn’s finger continued the steady stroking. “Will it hurt?” she gasped out.
    “In the most delightful way.” Rosalyn leaned closer.
    The dark-haired seductress kissed KC’s mons, and her tongue snaked out and replaced her fingers in the tender stroking of KC’s clit.
    KC’s head spun with the sensations roaring through her body. Her hips bucked, thrusting her pussy into Rosalyn’s mouth.
    Rosalyn sucked the nubbin between her lips and nibbled, then