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As I shuffle in between her legs, she has to spread her knees further to accommodate my wide shoulders. As soon as she’s spread out before me, I can see her pretty pink pussy glistening, and I’m salivating.

Gently, I run the tip of my finger through her slit, confirming she’s as wet as she looks. As soon as her juices touch my skin, we both moan in tandem. My dick twitches as I gently press the padof my finger against her bundle of nerves, making her squirm beneath me.

“So fucking hot,” I mumble, as I lean forward, breathing her in.

“Don’t tease me, Ev,” she says, looking down at me with big, pleading eyes.

“Tell me what you want then, Angel,” I reply, blowing gently against her pussy, which has her arching her back with a whimper.

“Please lick my pussy,” she begs, her voice sounding more desperate as the words tumble out.

“My pleasure,” I reply, and I waste no time devouring her sweet cunt.

She tastes even better than I remember, sweet and salty, and all fucking Teigan. I run my tongue along the length of her slit, before flicking it over her clit. Then I pull it back down to her waiting hole, making sure to circle all the way around before gently pressing inside.

I repeat the motions, changing direction and speed, giving her everything she didn’t know she needed. Her taste is fucking exquisite, only made better by the noises she makes as I feast on her cunt. I don’t devour her as hard as I want to, but I make sure she knows I’m taking every last drop she’s willing to give me.

It doesn’t take long before I can tell Teigan’s at the edge, her body coiled tight, ready to fall. Her breathing is erratic as she gasps desperately for air in between her cries of pleasure. Her legs are tense on either side of me, and her body becomes tight.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers. “Ev… I-I… Oh, shit… I’m going… I-I’m going to…come.” Her voice is deep and sexy, ringing loud all around me in between her moans.

“Do you want to come, Angel?” I ask, speaking directly into her dripping cunt.

“Yes,” she shouts.

“Beg me, Teigan. Be a good girl for me,” I reply, my voice sounding huskier than usual.

“Oh, please… Please, Ev. I-I… I want… Please, can I…come?” she begs, just like the good girl I know she can be.

I don’t reply, as my tongue is buried deep in her pussy, loving the way her walls are tightening around me. As I slowly pull out, moving up to her clit, I gently insert my finger into her cunt, before telling her what she needs to hear.

“Good girl. Of course you can come for me, Angel. Be a good girl and come all over my face. Can you do that?” I ask, as I add a second finger alongside the first.

It only takes a couple of pumps with my fingers, as my tongue laps at her clit before Teigan erupts, her orgasm hitting her hard. “Oh, fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming, Evan,” she screams, her body going rigid before she begins to tremble.

Her hot cunt clamps down on my fingers, squeezing them so fucking tight, and all I can think is how amazing it will feel when she’s spasming around my cock. Her juices flood my hand, and I happily lap them up, holding her as she rides the wave of pleasure.

Teigan’s cries and moans fill the room, and she rides my hand and face, her fingers gripping my hair so tight, I’m worried she might pull some strands out. But I let her take control, keeping my head where she needs me, seeking the pleasure she craves.

When she finally comes down, her body relaxing, she lets go of my hair and flops back on the sofa, desperately dragging in as much air as she can. With a final lick of her slit, which causes her to shudder, I pull my fingers from her dripping pussy, making sure to devour every last drop, so as not to waste any of her precious nectar.

When I look up at her, she’s staring down at me with a bright smile on her face, and something that almost looks like awe.

“I can’t remember the last time I came that hard,” she mumbles, her voice hoarse from all the moans.

My hand is still wrapped around my cock, running slowly from the base to the tip, dragging out the painful ache that’s pulsing through me. Watching her come was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I almost blew my load without even touching myself.

Her eyes drop down when she catches my movement, and they widen almost comically when she sees my cock. I haven’t even had a chance to remove my trousers or boxers yet, but I had to get it out as the ache and desire became too intense.

“When did you get that?” she asks, and my brow furrows.

Teigan leans forward as I run my finger across the engorged head, and that’s when I realise what she’s talking about.

The bar piercing through my cock—a Prince Albert piercing, as it’s more commonly known. Her eyes never leave the curved titanium barbell as she watches my thumb pass over it.

“I’ve had the piercing for about seven years now, I think,” I reply, tugging on the curved bar a little in the way that makes my balls tingle.

Her mouth flops open, like she’s struggling to find the words, but she doesn’t move her gaze away. “Does it hurt?”