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kissed all the way down my inner thighs, suckling at the soft, needy skin, leaving little love bites in his wake as he moved back up towards my leaking pussy. God, but how I wanted to be a sinner. God, how I wanted his tongue on my pussy…
     
    “Please…. Finn, please…” I moaned pathetically, reaching one hand to my tits to grip my hard nipples and pressing the other down on his head, moving him closer and closer to my aching hole.
     
    “Please what?”
     
    Oh, god, he was going to make me say it.
     
    “Lick me,” I murmured. “Please.”
     
    “What was that?” he asked, looking up, a bemused expression on his face. “I didn’t quite hear you. Could you repeat that? And enunciate, please.”
     
    I scowled in mock frustration and in very real desire.
     
    “Lick me!” I growled. “Fucking eat me out!”
     
    He grinned.
     
    “That’s a good girl. I like a dirty nun.”
     
    And now, he was licking me! He dipped his tongue into my aching wetness, slurping up, up, up from my wet hole to my clit. My clit throbbed for him as his tongue swirled around it. I sighed, groaning in delight as he set off waves of pleasure, explosions of ecstasy in my belly. He slid a finger inside of me, making a “come hither” motion that rubbed deliciously against the walls of my pussy as he licked my clit, slurping noisily and happily, like a dog drinking water after running around and playing all day.
     
    “Oh, god, please, more, more, more!” I moaned, my hands gripping his hair tightly, my whimpers only growing louder and more needy as he slurped away. Finally, I felt myself growing close. I was going to cum and I wanted to cum hard for him.
     
    “Oh, god, Finn, I’m cumming!” I moaned as I went over the edge, squealing and screaming, pressing his face into my hot, aching pussy as I exploded in pleasure. He dutifully slurped my juices up as my body convulsed, my hips bucking and throbbing hungrily under his mouth.
     
    “That’s a good girl,” he whispered as I came down from my orgasm. “That’s a good nun.”
     
    Now, he pulled me up onto my hands and knees. I felt his cock pressing into me from behind. I braced myself but nothing could have prepared me for the hot delight that accompanied the penetration. I gasped. It had only been six weeks since we had last been together, since he had last been inside of me, but it felt like a lifetime. I moaned and gripped my own tits as he drove himself deep into me.
     
    “Fuck, you still feel like a virgin,” he moaned as he buried himself inside of me, up to the hilt.
     
    “This is only my third time having sex,” I reminded him, whimpering as I felt my pussy tighten around him, massaging his cock, massaging his hard, throbbing shaft.
     
    Now he began to ride me hard, pounding me, slamming his cock into me. The sex was rough and passionate. He bit me hard, sinking his teeth into my aching flesh as he took me from behind. I felt so naughty, like a common street whore… And I loved it. I loved the feeling of being taken from behind. And he only made me feel naughtier with his whispering.
     
    “That’s it, Marie. You’re a good little sister. You love to get fucked now, don’t you?” he hiss in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe as his cock probed my wet, throbbing depths. “You’re going to be my bad girl from now on, aren’t you?”
     
    I whimpered and could only nod, yes, yes, yes. I wanted to be a bad girl. I wanted to be his bad girl.
     
    He slapped my ass hard as he pounded my young, mostly unused pussy, and I yelped in pain and delight. Pain and pleasure in equal measure was not something I was used to but I decided immediately that I liked it.
     
    “That’s it,” I whined. “I’m your bad girl. Spank me.”
     
    “What was that?” he asked teasingly, sliding his hand over my throbbing ass.
     
    “Spank me!” I screamed, loud enough, probably, that the other guests in the motel could hear me. But I didn’t care. I didn’t care about