I told Lynnette that I wanted something special. It was my
birthday, but I was always the giving kind. I wanted to give her
something memorable. So after cake and karaoke, we went back to my
flat where we had messy, noisy sex. I went down on her, lapping and
sucking until she thrust against my face. But my lover's orgasm was
just the start. I watched my girlfriend as she slumped back to the
mattress in a sweaty heap. I needed her relaxed. She had to be
chilled-out if I were to accomplish the things I planned. As she
murmured happily in her post-orgasmic state, I guess I could have
asked her for the keys to her beloved old car, and she would have
just tossed it over right then. Lynnette was right where I needed
her to be.
I wiped my sticky face on a corner of the bed sheet, and then I
rummaged in my toy bag. I pulled on a pair of black latex gloves,
and then I touched her once more. But when my fingers dipped
inside, running in sweeps over her sweet pink vulva, I wasn't
aiming for her well-sucked clit. I had something else in mind.
Lynnette looked down at me, flushed and breathless; she blew a long
strand of her red hair from her deep blue eyes. "You've got to be
kidding me." She looked at me with disbelief. "Baby, I'm done."
I squirted a generous amount of lube onto the palm of my hand,
and then I raised an eyebrow. "I told you there was something
special I wanted from you." I squished the clear goo until my
girlfriend finally got the message.
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