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in my mouth. I let his cock impale my mouth, sliding it down my throat. I gagged very slightly but I found him sliding deeper and deeper into my mouth and then I started to bob my head, hungrily, as though I were a prisoner just given her last meal before execution.
     
    “Oh, fuck…” he groaned, his voice husky and aching for me. I loved the feeling of his hot cock in my mouth. Oh, how I had missed this… My mouth slicked his hot dick with spit and I went to town on him, devouring his shaft and letting him slide all the way down into my throat, deep throating him like a porn star. As a kid, my girlfriends and I had practiced doing stuff like that with bananas and I was glad that the practice had finally come in handy.
     
    I bobbed my head faster and faster, gobbling up his cock and swirling my tongue around his shaft, savoring the taste of his hungry flesh.
     
    “Oh, shit…” he moaned. “This is so fucking good…”
     
    And then he was cumming. His hot seed spilled out of his cock, spraying into my mouth, down my throat. I drank it all up obediently, swallowing his salty seed, a trail of cum dribbling out of my mouth as his cock twitched and pumped inside of my mouth. I loved the feeling of his hot, fleshy shaft pulsing inside my mouth: the way I felt his cock shoot out, the way his shaft throbbed and swelled right before the moment of release. The way I could feel his seed slide from his balls up his shaft right to the point of it flooding my mouth.
     
    “That was incredible,” he sighed as I pulled off his cock, wiping the cum off my lips and licking my fingers. God, I wished I had been doing this for the last few years. What had I been doing with my life? What had I let them force me to do with my life?
     
    Now, he threw me onto the bed. In an instant, my clothes were off—I couldn’t tell you exactly how that happened but he all but ripped them off, discarding them in a pile in the corner. I was naked before him, as I had been before, but I wasn’t ashamed this time. Out of habit, I started to cover myself but I caught myself, stopped myself. I forced my own arms away from my breasts and spread my legs a little bit, showing him everything. I was willing to be naked before him. I wanted to be naked before him.
     
    “Wow,” I heard him whisper softly. He took one of my nipples in his mouth as he began to stroke me between my thighs, starting down by my knee and running up along the soft, sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. I sighed, stroking his hair and whimpering as his hand came closer and closer to my aching, throbbing pussy. I was incredibly wet, and sitting on the motorcycle for twenty minutes definitely hadn’t helped matters.
     
    Finally, his fingers grazed my pussy lips. I yelped in delight, my hips bucking as he got close.
     
    “Oh, someone sure is sensitive,” he said with a chuckle before going back to teasing my throbbing nipple with his tongue. I batted his head playfully.
     
    “I don’t exactly get serviced down there all that often.”
     
    “And who’s fault is that?”
     
    “Mine. I should have come with you, Finn. I know I should have.”
     
    “You’re here now,” he whispered before kissing down my belly, planting a hot, hungry kiss on my belly button before descending to my pussy.
     
    He began by kissing all around my sensitive thighs, my own sighs complementing the sucking slurps and puckering sounds of his kisses. I sighed in delight, my pussy aching to be touching and licked and kissed all over. This, this was something I had never experienced, even though my girlfriends in high school had raved about it. The boy who took my virginity back then hadn’t known what he was doing and seemed to think I should have been wracked with orgasmic delight just from his awkward pawing at my clitoris.
     
    But Finn clearly knew what he was doing. He knew how to tease me, how to raise me up to levels of excitement and delicious frustration I had never experienced before. He