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No, that’s not quite right.

She wants to hear me say that I prepared my body for her tonight because I wanted to be her little toy.

And yeah, I did want that.

I still do.

I want to be Jessica’s sexy plaything. I want her to lean forward and press her lips to my pussy. I want her to lick me until all of her lipstick is gone and my body is shaking from an incredible orgasm. I want her to slide her fingers inside of me and feel me from the inside.

These are the things that I want, but that I’m scared to say.

The question now is whether fear or arousal is going to win.

Am I more scared of the social ramifications of our relationship moving forward?

Or am I more horny and craving an orgasm I’ll never forget?

In the end, the choice is easy.

My clit wins.

“I shaved for you,” I tell her. “I wasn’t going to, but I’ve been really turned on thinking about you lately. I’ve been touching myself like crazy. I thought if I could come enough, that it would get you out of my system.

“And how did that work for you?”

“Not too well. I’m still so horny. I need your mouth on me, baby.”

“What else do you need?”

“Your lips pressing kisses to my pussy. Your tongue inside of me. I want it all.”

She doesn’t wait a moment longer. Instead, Jessica begins licking me, and that’s the moment when I realize my life is about to change in ways I couldn’t possibly imagine. Even though it’s dark, I find myself closing my eyes. Just the act of shutting my eyelids proves that even if the lights come on, I can’t see. I can’t look around. I can only focus on her and the feelings she’s offering me right now.

Joy.

Pleasure.

Acceptance.

It’s always been like this with her. It’s always been hot. Heavy. Wonderful. She knows my body better than anyone else because she’s taken the time to get to know it.

I want to run my hands through her hair, but it’s so perfectly styled that the second I touch it, everyone’s going to know what we’ve been up to. I don’t want to ruin her reputation if she doesn’t want it ruined. Instead, I want to honor her with this shared secret between us. Nobody needs to know unless we want them to know.

I force my hands to grip the wall behind me as she devours my pussy. Her tongue works magic and her hands are everywhere. I find myself growing closer and closer to that incredible edge. She knows it, too. She’s practically holding her breath. I’m definitely holding my breath.

And then it hits me.

Like magic.

Like a shooting star.

I throw my head back and groan, trying my best not to cry out into the darkness of this room, but I can’t help myself. My breathing stops entirely while I allow myself to just feel the orgasm washing over me.

It’s perfect.

It’s everything.

And then her lips are on mine, and she’s kissing me. She doesn’t care about messing up my makeup and I know I’ve already destroyed hers. I can taste myself on her tongue and it’s perfect. It’s everything.