She giggled again, shimmying herself beneath me, and I rose back to my knees. that was when I knew for sure. “No cumming for you!” she continued. I dove right in, lapping it up. She wanted this every bit as much as I did, one hand stroking softly through Kristy’s hair at her lap, the other vigorously squeezing her own breast for me as I watched. I teased carefully at her lips with my tongue, and she replied with interest, slipping her own deeply, searchingly into my mouth. “Give it to me, please! but I wouldn’t let myself, not when it would have meant missing out on one single second of watching her work! Not that I had enormous amounts of experience myself, mind you; I’d had a dozen or so girlfriends, of varying levels of seriousness. I backed away a little, letting her be the one to angle me into place—but just as I was about to push, Kristy’s hand was on my hip. I wavered on my knees, unable to keep myself from closing my eyes against the sheer, indescribable pleasure of her soft, sucking lips and slowly swirling tongue on my overly-sensitive head. She had to have known what was going to happen, where what we were doing was going to lead…
