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I want to make her feel good and submit to the powerful energy of hers that I love so much.

We intensify our kiss, our tongues sliding against each other deeper and more urgently, and then I kiss her along her jaw and neck. I keep peppering a path of kisses further down her body, sliding lower until my knees hit the carpet. I lean over and drag a chair closer to us. She watches me curiously but doesn’t ask what I’m doing.

Softly kissing her inner thighs along the seam of her defined muscles, I drag her black boy-leg panties off her body. Tapping the chair I indicate for her to prop one foot up on it and she groans as she realises what I’m trying to do.

I’m nervous and inexperienced, but I scoot closer to her eagerly wanting to taste her again. The way she glowers down at me, her eyes full of dark lust, gives me a thrill and I feel my pussy clench and begin to throb.

Giovanna reaches down and holds my chin firmly in one hand, directing me wordlessly to look her in the eye. “Look at you being a good girl getting straight on your knees for me,” she growls.

Good girl. The words do things to me. She could convince me to do almost anything just by calling me a good girl in that low growly voice.

“Take your dress off,” she orders. “I want to see your body while your face is buried in my cunt.”

I quickly obey. Tugging my dress over my head and unclasping my bra. I leave my fuschia lace g-string on simply because I want her to take it off later.

Not taking my eyes off her hard angular face sporting its brooding frown, I lean forward and softly kiss the mound above her pussy. I like the tidy triangle of black hair she leaves there.

I can smell her arousal and I’m surprised by how much I like that too. Like most girls, I have been kind of conditioned to be self-conscious of my natural smell and I have been anxious that despite my desperation to be with Giovanna, I’ll be grossed out when it comes to going down on her.

Now that I’m down here, kneeling at her feet, her glistening pussy open in front of me, all I feel is turned on. My mouth waters knowing I’m about to taste her for the second time and I bury my face in the crease of her hip for a moment to settle myself.

“You okay, baby?” she asks gently and I sit back on my heels abruptly nodding my head.

“I’m just taking my time,” I smile what I hope is a sexy smile before I lean forward and slowly swipe my tongue right up through the middle of her folds.

“Ffffffuuuuuuuck,” she groans and I fucking love the satisfaction making her feel good brings me. I could get drunk on this power.

Exploring her thoroughly, I lap and suck eagerly between her legs. One of her hands slides into my hair, gripping my head hard. The other hand is behind her neck, her elbow pointing to the ceiling.

Having received enough head in my own life, I know that my exploring will be feeling good, but won’t be getting her orgasm building. Time to focus on that plump, hard nub that is just begging to be sucked.

My wet pursed lips slide over her clit sucking lightly on it and Giovanna hisses, twisting her hand in my hair sharply. “That’s it, baby,” she moans and her voice has me moaning against her in return.

Softening my tongue, I let it flow like water over her clit, forward and back and she presses her hips forward into my face. I hum gently, the vibrations tickling her already sensitive cunt.

“Fuck. Yes. I can’t hold back, baby,” she warns before both her hands are controlling my head and she’s grinding on my mouth.

She fucks my face faster and I can hardly breathe, but I love it. Finally, when she is just about ready to come, she pulls back slightly.

“Suck,” she demands in desperation and I quickly pull her clit into my mouth as she comes hard against my face.

Her shudders and groans are almost enough to make me come too. I sit back on my heels and squeeze my thighs together. When she opens her eyes, she runs her thumb over my mouth, smearing her wetness along my bottom lip.

Seeing me squirm, one side of her lip curls up and her dimple deepens. “You all worked up, baby? Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me,” I beg and she hauls me to my feet only to shove me onto her desk.

She yanks my g-string off, drags my bum to the edge, and pushes me back to lie flat. “Feet on the edge. Spread those pretty thighs for me.”

She stands back watching me, spread wide open for her. “So beautiful,” she repeats over and over.

“Please,” I beg, my legs quivering with anticipation.

Chuckling she lightly dusts over my clit with her thumb and my hips shoot up off the desk. My cheeks flush, and I’m embarrassed by how needy and desperate I am.

Two of her fingers press into my slick entrance and, after two slow pumps, Giovanna starts to fuck me harder and faster. The bicep on the arm she’s fucking me with bulges and her toned shoulders ripple. She is so fucking hot.

Her thumb stretches up to make circles over my clit while her index and middle fingers penetrate me hard and fast. I’m so turned on my wetness is coating her entire hand.