“I’ll take the couch,” David said, but Cherry shook her head.
“Just get me a pillow and a blanket and I’ll be fine out here,” she said. David nodded and left, and when he returned he had her requested items. She was standing, working the zipper down on the back of her dress, facing away from him. He set the pillow and blanket on the couch and stepped forward, using his fingers to tug the zipper down. His eyes didn’t leave her as her back was bared. Her skin was white and soft looking. He yearned to reach out and touch it. He did so, unable to stop himself, his fingertips sliding down along her spine.
She let him touch her, didn’t move away, didn’t tell him to stop. His fingers went down until they hit the dress, right above the rounded curve of her ass. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the back of her neck, using one hand to hold her red hair out of the way.
She spun when he pulled away, and she let the dress fall. She stepped out of it, wearing only a black thong, her breasts large and heaving before him. He placed his hands on her body, her breasts, her nipples hardening against his touch. His hands moved down, along her hips, over her exposed butt cheeks. His cock grew hard in his pants, and she reached down, gripping him through the material.
She was wet, yearning for the man, and she only grew more excited when he dipped his head to plant soft kisses on her breasts, trailing a circle around her nipples until finally he took one into his mouth and sucked on it while pinching the neglected areola between his thumb and forefinger.
His lips moved up, and they pressed against hers. She closed her eyes and parted her lips to his roving tongue. His hands were on her ass again, kneading the flesh there, pawing at her. She pushed her pelvis forward and felt his hard cock pressing against the bottom of her flat stomach.
She went to her knees, breaking away from him. He watched her; his breath caught in his throat as Cherry reached up and undid his fly. Unbuttoned and unzipped, David’s hard cock sprang out through the front flap of his boxer briefs. It bobbed in the air for a moment, wavering in front of the young woman’s face. She took him in her hand, holding him tightly at the base of his cock. He was huge, the biggest man she had been with. She wanted him in her pussy, but she knew she couldn’t tease him. Down here, on her knees, she would need to use her mouth, at least for a little bit.
Her ruby red lips parted and her velvet-like pink tongue darted out, licking the tip of his cock. She moved her head forward, and the bulbous head of his dick disappeared into her mouth. She swirled her tongue over the head, tasting the clear pre-cum that was forming there. David’s hand found the back of Cherry’s head, his fingers curling through her hair. She took more of his member into her hot, wet mouth. Her lips slid along his shaft. Her tongue swirled and ran along the sensitive underside of his cock.
The head of his dick was quickly pushing against the back of her throat, surprising Cherry, because she still had a few inches to go. He was just too big. She slid back, letting his cock slide from her mouth, wet and shining in the soft light of the living room due to her saliva. She took his shaft in her hand again, moving back and forth, jerking him off while she sucked on his head before she took him into her mouth once more.
“Fuck,” the man groaned, and she looked at him with her big blue eyes, and he grinned down at her. She pulled away from him, holding his cock in her hand, jerking it slowly.
“How long have you wanted this?” she asked with a devilish grin.
“A long time,” David replied. “Don’t stop sucking my cock,” he added, and she laughed and then took him into her mouth once more. She bobbed her head, her lips and tongue and hand working together to drive him wild, but she was careful not to let him get past the point of no return. She was on her knees in front of him, naked save for the thong, which was soaked through in the crotch. She liked giving head, and she knew she was good at it, but she needed David’s cock in her tight pussy, and she would have it.
When she knew she had him riled up, she pulled back and stood up. She went to pull the thong down, but he stopped her, doing it himself and then placing his hands on her waist and spinning her away from him. With a guiding hand on her back, she bent, his other hand taking the opportunity to grab her ass. The hand on her back slid down, a finger trailing between her cheeks until it was on her wet slit, sliding down to rub sensually against her clit. She spread her legs and braced herself, one hand on the couch and one hand on the coffee table.
David took his cock in his hand and guided himself into her. Cherry moaned and closed her eyes. His hands went to her waist, his fingers almost touching. He held her still and fucked her senseless, pumping quickly in and out of her soaking pussy.