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spencer grasps at the soft sheets, his pale chest rising and falling with shaky breaths as he watches you.

“does that feel good?” you’re kneeling between his spread legs on the bed, using both of your hands to leisurely stroke him.

when they cum before they even put it in

cumming after a few strokes

taking their cock out of their pants to suck them off but they immediately spurt all over my face

cumming in their pants while we grind n make out fully clothed

You’re kneeling between his spread thighs, the room quiet except for his ragged breathing. His length is thick and heavy in your hand, flushed dark and already leaking. You lean in and start slow, pressing soft, warm kisses right to the swollen head, letting your lips linger there like you’re kissing his mouth. He groans low, one hand gently cupping the back of your head. “Fuck, baby…” His voice is wrecked already. “Just like that.”

You smile against him and kiss him again, deeper this time. Your lips part, tongue sliding out to swirl around the sensitive tip, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that keeps leaking for you. You make out with it lazily — open-mouthed, wet kisses, sucking gently on the head before pulling back to kiss it again, over and over.

Every time your tongue flicks across his slit, his hips twitch, and he lets out a shaky moan. You keep going, treating just the tip like it’s the only thing that matters, kissing, licking, sucking softly while your hand strokes the rest of his length.

He’s breathing hard now, fingers lightly resting on your shoulder, but he never pushes. He just watches you with dark, hazy, loving eyes, completely lost in the sight of you making out with his arousal. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “Look at you… kissing me like you love it more than anything.”

You hum happily around him and take the head back into your mouth, sucking a little harder while your tongue swirls. He groans louder, thighs tensing around you as pleasure builds.

Your boyfriend was painfully innocent. The kind of guy who blushed at dirty jokes, who still said “making love” instead of fucking, and who had never even watched porn because he felt guilty about it. He was practically untouched… until you got your hands on him.

Tonight, you had him pinned on your bed, shirtless and breathing fast, his cheeks burning as you straddled him in just a tiny lace thong. “You’ve never touched a girl like this before, have you, baby?” you cooed, guiding his shaky hands to your tits.

He shook his head, eyes wide with nerves and barely-contained lust. “N-no… never.”

“Good,” you whispered, grinding slowly on the massive bulge in his pants. You took his hand and pushed it between your thighs, letting him feel how soaked you were. He let out a broken whimper the second his fingers touched your bare pussy. “Feel that? That’s all for you. Now be good and put a finger inside me.”

He obeyed with a shaky breath, sliding one thick finger into your tight heat. The sound he made was almost pathetic; half moan, half sob — as your walls clenched around him. “More,” you demanded, riding his hand. “Fuck me with your fingers like you’ve fantasized about.”

His innocence cracked right in front of you. Soon he was pumping two fingers deep, eyes glued to the way your pussy dripped down his hand. You finally pulled your thong aside, positioned him at your entrance, and sank down slowly, taking every inch. “Oh god—” he choked, eyes rolling back as your tight, wet pussy swallowed him whole. “It feels… too good… I shouldn’t-”

You moaned, starting to ride him. His hands gripped your hips desperately as you fucked him harder, whispering every filthy thing you wanted to do to him — how you’d make him eat your pussy for hours, how you’d ride his face until he couldn’t breathe, how you’d turn his innocence into something addicted to your cunt.

He didn’t last long. With an overwhelmed cry, he came hard inside you, filling you up with thick loads while you praised him for being such a good boy and taking you so well. When it was over, he looked up at you with dazed, adoring eyes, already half-hard again.

You smiled down at him and kissed his forehead. “We’re just getting started, baby.”

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“Spence-“ I gasped as he pried my legs apart. I pushed my coworker's shoulder lightly and blushed a bright red.

The only thing I could think of was that I had worked all day, and it was really hot outside.

“Hey- are you- sure?” My breath hitched as I felt his tongue start over my already soaked panties. My thighs twitched, and I was still processing. He took me into a room on a floor we didn’t work on, and we were talking and now… oh my god.

“Oh my- mmph.” His hand reached up and clamped over my mouth. Chills rushed down my spine straight to my core.

He was gently easing me backwards onto the desk, and I moved my legs up instinctively.

His tongue found my folds through my underwear, and he tugged on the little pair of panties until they were almost inside of me. Biting into my skin just enough to feel good.

I let out a moan against his hand.

“You just, you smelled so good. I’m sorry.” He whispered against my cunt.

He was lapping at me now, underwear still disappearing inside of me. I let out a rough moan, arching beneath him.

“Spencer, please!” I yelped, arching beneath him. He shushed me.

“Shhh- I know, baby girl. Relax.” He murmured. I did as he said, and he yanked down my panties, stuffing them into his pocket.

“You don’t need those anymore.” He murmured. His tongue lapped eagerly at me now, and my thighs quivered.

“I’m so close.” The words came out broken, almost pained.

“I just started.” He breathed out, looking over me hungrily.

His tongue was on me again, fully now,  licking easily between my folds and finding my clit. 

My mouth fell open, and my head fell back, but no words came out. My legs locked around his head, and I just trembled. It was all I could do.

“That dress is gorgeous.” He rasped into me. He was pulling gently at my plush thighs, kneading into them with his thumbs.

I groaned, arching my back against the cool tabletop. “I know, I know, just a minute more.” His tongue swirled around my clit, and I arched hard. I reached down and tugged his curls between my fingers. I gasped.

“Spence-” “I know, baby, I know. Just come.”