Chapter 6: Wet Night
"Beg for it," he said with a smirk spreading across his lips.
"I want your cock," she panted, her words a whining entreaty. "F--k me, please."
Ethan moved forward, his tongue angling out to taste the width of her slit. She jerked with the contact, her body responding with a rush of wetness. "Mmh," she moaned, her hips pushing upward.
"Your pussy tastes so sweet," he murmured, his tongue delving deeper.
"Ahh," she panted, her hand reaching up to grab his head, pulling him deeper. "Don't stop."
He didn't, his lips and tongue a symphony of bliss, her juices dripping onto his face. Mrs. Willow's hands on her breasts, her fingers pinching her own nipples as Ethan's tongue danced around her clit.
"Ethan," she cried out, her voice strained, "I'm going to cum."
He didn't relent, his tongue darting and circling as she moved closer to the edge. With a shriek, she came, her pussy clenching around his tongue.
Ethan sat back, licking his lips. "See how good it feels?" he said, his voice smug.
Mrs. Willow nodded, gasping for breath. "Yes," she whispered, "But I need more."
He leaned over her, his cock pressed against her pussy. "You're going to get it," he promised, his eyes dark with desire.