Stories about getting eaten out

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Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. The bedroom was quite. The night had grown old and both Mal and I eased our way into the bed as we did every night. She had pulled the covers down just enough for everything below her knees to be covered.

She always said a good night's sleep started with warm feet. I looked over to see the hem of her Iron Man tank top bunched up around her waist. I could see the black lace underneath, inviting me. It was complete torture and I knew I had to approach the subject soon. I just couldn't handle it anymore. She had just downloaded an app that replicated the snake game from the old school phones and she was lost in it even as she spoke.

Now she had put her phone down and pushed her glasses back up on her nose. What's the matter? I dropped my head and started playing with my fingers in my lap. Sometimes it was really difficult to ask her things. Sure, Mal and I had been together for over a year now and I felt better next to her than I had any other time in my life, but that didn't make this conversation any easier. I didn't want her to get the wrong idea and I was finding it hard to say the right words.

She turned to kneel beside me, her knees pressing against my left thigh. Mal always sat next to me like this when our conversations got serious. You've got me scared. Thinking I was an idiot, I looked over at her and tried not to be as nervous, easing her into a better mood. This was the woman I loved after all. It should be easy for me to talk to her about anything and everything. I suppressed a laugh. I'm super satisfied. I just thought maybe we've been together long enough we can start to talk about these things without all the anxiety and judgment. Her brow furled.

She was confused and trying to think of what it could be that I was trying to get at. I put my arm around her and pulled her close into my bare chest. I was just thinking the other day that we haven't really discussed some things. That's not at all what I Stories about getting eaten out referring to. I was just thinking about oral. She looked even more confused now. I give you blow jobs all the time.

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You're not doing anything wrong Stories about getting eaten out, get comfy. I situated myself to lie on my stomach with my head resting on an arm that curled atop her waist. I looked into her worried face and used my other hand to stroke her cheek. You have oral sex. Mal was a gorgeous woman. Everything about her made me hard. I could watch her unload the dishwasher and cum.

Her hourglass figure was perfect with plentiful tits and ass. She has this intoxicating concoction of scents, from her lotion to her hair, which make my head whirl. Don't even get me started on all the cute little noises she makes. Mal was well aware that I loved her body. She knew how much I loved the taste of her skin but she wouldn't ever let me eat her out, and god, how I wanted to. I could see the wheels turn. Finally it hit her and she grimaced with a look of complete shock and disgust.

You want to It was my turn to be the confused one. I reeled my mind back in. You get to taste but I don't? How could you be totally fine with slurping up my spunk, but be disgusted with me lapping up your juices? I pushed her gaze back to mine with my thumb under her chin. Talk to me, kitten. She sighed, giving in and knowing that I was going to pry it out of her eventually. We had met just out of high school and were super excited to be physical with someone. Problem was we didn't know what we were doing.

Neither one of us wanted to be completely ignorant. I did him first and found it pretty enjoyable, but he didn't feel the same about me. This was an uncomfortable memory for her to relive. I knew it was a long time ago and there was nothing I could do about it, but the thought of someone hurting her infuriated me. She turned to her side, looking away from me. She tried to pull the blanket up to cover herself letting me know this was something she was ashamed of.

He took two licks and looked up at me as though he'd just drank a glass of spoiled milk. He said that I tasted awful and left me there to go brush his teeth. I sat up, huffing and puffing at the accusation that tool would make about her. She was mine and beautiful and delicious. What I wouldn't give to teach him a lesson.

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That is not at all a kind thing to say. She curled up in a ball and hid her face from mine, mumbling out "Can we just go to bed? What he did to you was mortifying and completely intolerable. My baby was hurt. This jerk had scarred her for life, letting her think that she was dirty and nasty this entire time.

It was a wonder she pushed past it enough to let me do half of the things I do with her. I couldn't have this. Over the blanket, I eased my hand up and down the side of her thigh and kissed the small bit of shoulder that was left exposed. She resisted me. Did you think about that? I eased the strap of her tank top down her shoulder and lightly kissed the skin where it had been.

She looked over her shoulder and smiled. As much as she wanted to stay mad, she was mine. It was my responsibility to take care of her and I make sure to do a damn good job. Her tears had dried and she had turned to face me, pivoting on her hip and allowing my lips access to her neck and collar bone. I slipped my hand under the covers and toyed with the hem of her tank top. I was rewarded with her hand slipping though my hair and pulling me into her chest. My mouth was nibbling all the skin that wasn't covered.

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