When I turn the corner to start N through Z, I bump into a black and red blur. She nuzzles back into me. We dive back in, now much more tongue. I find her body language refreshing. She puts down her plate and waves to her mouth, as if to tell herself to hurry up.
“Really? “We must.”
My cock is suddenly swallowed, something warm and embracing and perfect. I roll over to her and get on top, pinning her against the couch. It is quiet but I don’t feel empty. It doesn’t particularly matter. Her laugh is her hmm with a little hitch at the end. The blanket is tucked in perfectly into the bed. I like it when the scents of her pussy get trapped in her pubic hair, the musk hitting me when she pushes back into my face. Amelia wipes my face and rubs the wetness on my arms.
