'Me first. I know how much you prefer one-at-a-time oral.' His voice held a smirk but also gentleness. Good sweet Clay Aiken she was a goner. 'I like to be able to enjoy it when you're eating my pussy and I can't with my face hovering over your cock and trying to balance and you know how I feel about you on top. I don't like bal s in my face.' He laughed then, relaxed and very sexy. 'Then come on up and sit on my face.' 'So romantic' She sat up and turned around, bending to kiss him because he was there and how could she resist that mouth of his? 'A man's mouth on a woman's cunt is very romantic. Her taste, the way she feels, the trust, al of it makes me want you more. No one smel s like you, tastes like you. I'd do almost anything for you and your cunt.' He said it with the corner of his mouth up in his normal y sardonic smirk, but the words had a softness in them, a tenderness that fel ed her even as they freaked her out. Like what would he do? What a dangerous, slippery slope of girl issues that one little statement held.
