Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

[TortoiseShell]

Despite the fact that Desiree’s nails were digging into her step-father’s thigh, it hadn’t been intentional. When she felt him wince, however, the girl wondered if she could exploit her freshly done manicure for matters beyond aesthetics. She dug her nails in a little harder, surely hard enough to leave light marks until the following morning. A part of her considered biting off his manhood, but such thoughts quickly faded into the background. She wanted the night to be over with, not for it to turn into something absolutely awful with blood and broken bones. Especially since if something along the lines was to happen, she would be the only one to actually get injured. Shuddering from the idea alone, she turned her attention back to pleasing her step-father. She hardly took a couple of inches into her mouth for the simple reason that she wanted to get the job done well. Although she was still a virgin, the girl was quite experienced in the art of giving head, for since she didn’t give it up, guys chose to settle for blowjobs – and they did quite a lot of settling between the closed doors of her bedroom. Regardless, the young woman wanted to build up the tension only to show him what she could really do with her mouth and hopefully drive him over the edge. Her friends and some magazines informed her that older men couldn’t get hard for a while after one orgasm and she was counting on that heavily.

The soft gasps and moans brought a light of hope to the teenager, making her believe that perhaps her father would just let her finish and continue things another night – and with only a few weeks left until her birthday and the unfreezing of her accounts she would be able to dodge the bullet until then. She could even take all the caressing and the lust filled words until that time came around. His hands caused her entire body to grow tense as opposed to their usual soothing effect. Every time he looked at her, rubbed her scalp, or did anything to remind her that it was him in front of her and not a stranger she could almost hear the sound of something sacred shattering. While she was giving her step-father the further stimulation he demanded, Desiree’s eyes were clenched shut. In her head, she pictured her boyfriend, the sexy words he told her before he kissed her goodnight, the way he looked at her or touched her curvy body. Those thoughts were the only thing to allow her to continue in a way that was filled with passion rather than disgust. Her tongue slowly slid everywhere it could on his head, occasionally pressing up against the most sensitive nervous endings at the very tip only to teasingly slide away mere moments later. Her hand kept on going, lightly squeezing as she reached the bottom, trailing along the mushroom shape when it reached the top.

When he complimented her, cooing so happily that she had a hard time not hurting him, she glared up at her step-father only in time for him to push some of the messy locks of hair away to expose more of the pretty face. She felt pathetic to be leaning over him like that, but at least the position avoided her getting direct eye contact from him. To distract herself from all the dark thoughts, she leaned her head a little lower, taking a bit more of him into her mouth and slowly bobbing her head along the part of his length she took in. Her concentration nonetheless kept on being disrupted by the constant intrusion of his hand that seemed convinced that it was making her feel good. In a way it was true, but her mind placed such a block on his touch that she couldn’t perceive it regularly. Nothing but the small part of her subconscious wanted him to continue stroking her shoulder blades, following her back and feeling her up just about everywhere. It was so different from the touch of her boyfriends and friends with benefits – he seemed to actually take the time to explore all of her rather than jump into things.

Just as the female began warming up to his touch, she felt pre-cum fill her mouth again, reminding her of the harsh reality of her situation and once again every muscle in her body grew tense. She wanted to move away from the squeezes he delivered to the perfect curve of her ass, or the squeezes to her skin. It was wrong for her to appreciate anything coming from the man, and she wanted him to stop before she started enjoying his attentions to her body. He meanwhile seemed resolute to break her spirit completely, resuming his travels to grip on the tight skin of her inner thighs and closer to the heat radiating womanhood of hers. As he paused a mere inch or two before her thong, she gasped out softly, momentarily pulling him out of her mouth to bite down on her lower lip. She was about to say something but struggled not to and leaned down again, taking him back into her mouth.

She accelerated steadily on him, trying to get him to reach an orgasm, even if it meant that she would have to drink his cum. Nonetheless, he seemed to be nowhere near letting her off the hook, sliding the zipper down her back and revealing the thong she wore underneath as well as her bare back since she didn’t bother to wear a bra. She was on the verge of tears once again, having intended the panties for her boyfriend and not the pig of a man she was giving head to. Nonetheless, she didn’t say anything, doubling her efforts right until his hand pulled her up. Confused, she sat up, a heated expression on the delicate face. Turn on some music? She studied him nervously, the odd glimmer in his eyes suggesting that something bad was going to happen. Obviously she was right since he tossed away his shirt, causing her eyes to linger on the hard, muscular body, a hint of lust flashing through them only to quickly subside and fade away.

She stood in front of him for a few moments, a grin spreading across her lips. “Fine,” she nodded and walked up to the IPod station, plugging her Touch into it. She scrolled through the list and added a song to her playlists of songs she intended to use when having sex with her boyfriend. She couldn’t care less about the grounding or whatever else he could possibly do to her when he discovered the tattoos – he wasn’t exactly the father figure at that moment. She pressed the play button, raising the volume. A light smirk lingered on her face as she slowly walked back up to her father, pausing in front of him. The sound of a beating heart filled the room, quickly replaced by the first words of the Nine Inch Nails ‘Closer’. You let me violate you, sang the hoarse voice while she slid her hand up to lift the waves of hair while the other hand undid the last knot on her back. Slowly, the hair fell back about her body while the fabric slithered along her flawless skin, exposing the pair of firm, perky breasts and, one by one, the butterflies appeared, disappearing on the side of her breast and a tiny one began the trail on her hip next to the panties. The dress pooled around by her feet while she simply stood in front of her step-father, completely still.


“So, Daddy?” She spoke coldly, taking a step toward him. She placed one of her legs between his ones, her hands resting on top of the couch while she leaned over him. Something inside the girl snapped – it was quite clear from the sudden change of attitude and the emptiness of her eyes. “What do you want to do with me now?”

 

[Skye Pilot]

At first, Micah was not sure if the scraping on his leg from Desireeâ??s fingernails was vindictive, but after his small wince, a small pause and a slight letting up of her hand, the second squeeze was malicious. Her sharp, claw like nails dug deeper into his pale flesh, digging in enough to leave a distinct pattern of red marks, showing off right where her hand had been. The pain was not enough to make him sound out, though the underlying muscle did tense. Micah new that the marks she left on him would be there until the next day, if not a little longer. Usually, he would be upset by such a thing, but instead he let it slide, knowing that she may very well end up with marks of her own by the end of the evening. A slight moment of worry did pass through him when Desiree began to take his tip in further. A hint of her hard teeth scraping up against him was felt, almost like she was seriously considering injuring him. As the moments past, and she got into her rhythm, the concern passed by.

Little sounds and soft gasps of enjoyment were released from him every now and then, while Desiree serviced him. The way she slid her tongue around his large crown, teasing the most sensitive bits then moving away was quickly building his impending orgasm. With her hand complimenting the work of her mouth, lean fingers squeezing around his impressive girth, her step-father was becoming more and more impressed. Each flick, every swish of her tongue seemed to bring something new to the experience, never repeating the same movements twice. The practice she had done within the confines of her room were certainly paying off for Micah. Breathing deeper, with his hands moving her locks of hair to the side, and beginning to explore her curvy body more, his mind started to wander slightly.

The way Desiree was sucking and stroking him off was similar to how her very own mother would have gone down on him. It was almost as if she had given the teenager the same tips and tricks she had used for giving an amazing blowjob. Micah had been with a few other women before and since then, but really, there was little comparison. He had received some of the best oral sex of his life from Desireeâ??s mother, and tonight, after such a long wait, he was receiving it from her daughter. Surrounded by the dim lighting of the room, his thinking back to old times, Micah almost moaned out her name, instead of Desireeâ??s. He was able to catch it quickly enough, just turning it into another mingling sound of pleasure. Looking over her kneeling figure, a part of Micahâ??s mind wondered if he had lusted after Desiree for so long was because he missed her mother that much, that he would do anything to have her back. Desiree was the only option for that now, regardless of how sick and twisted it might be. Taking in another breath, he let the thoughts go with it, re-focusing on the present.

After Micah had sat Desiree back up, and told her to go turn on some music, he watched as she turned, taking in outline of her body. While he waited, he scooted out his short pants, sliding them off of his body completely, letting them fall around his ankles. Moving his feet, he kicked them off to the side, now completely naked on the couch as he waited for Desiree to come back. Micah was about to say something when suddenly he heart beat, followed by the lyrics of the familiar song. A smirk came over his lips, finding the song appropriate for their evening. Micah leaned back into the warm leather of the couch, his legs slightly spread, a little sweat on his chest and brow. The man smiled at his step daughter as she sauntered over, standing right there in front of him. He had been hoping for some sort of strip tease, but the way Desiree disrobed herself was more than acceptable. Her dirty blond hair was undone with a single hand, the waves of locks falling down her back and shoulders like a waterfall, lightly bouncing into itâ??s loose, natural position. The silky dress slipped off of her body, the light material peeling off slowly, revealing more and more of Desireeâ??s hidden flesh. Micah blushed as she revealed her breasts to him, then slowly, her nipples came into view. The sight alone made him let out a small little moan again. But his smile faded, seeing the pattern of bright blue, exotic looking butterflies trailing down the side of her body, nearly seeming to glow in the low light of the room. Blinking, he honestly had no idea what to say to Desiree about them. It was certainly one of the most beautiful tattooâ??s he had ever seen, though when she got them, or how was a mystery. A part of him wanted to punish her for going against his wishes. She had asked to get a tattoo on several different occasions, but he had always denied it. Once she was 18, she could get any tattoo that she wanted of course, but until then, she was still under his rules. The other part of him was completely smitten by the body art, finding that they only added to her inherent sexiness.

The dress landed at her feet, the fabric a puddle of water about her feet. Before Micah could make any sort of comment about the series of inked butterflies, it seemed that Desiree was nearly ready to pounce him. Her hands landed on the couch, each one placed next to the side of his head, trapping him underneath her tiny frame. With her leg nudging up against his, her brushed his own against it, feeling the smoothness of her bare, soft skin. As she spoke, her icy voice cut through the air, the blank look in her eyes making her look different, like she didnâ??t care anymore, that she just wanted to get this done and over. Looking up to Desiree curiously, his hand moved to her waist, fingers skimming over the side of her thong, the only piece of clothing she still wore. Upwards his fingers slowly brushed, painting over the butterflies one by one, counting them. â??When did you get these?â? He asked, instead of letting her know what might be next. â??I never gave you permission...â? Micahâ??s voice trailed off, still not fully sure of what he might do about them. His hand moved back down to her side, resting at her hip, giving a squeeze. His other hand was placed upon her other hip, then both of his hands moved up her thin sides, following the curves of her small figure.

The insides of Micahâ??s wrists brushed against the outer portion of Desireeâ??s large breasts, the smooth and bare flesh running against him. Once both of his hands were halfway up along her ribs, he slid them back towards himself, palms and fingers gliding over the teenagers fleshy orbs. His hands cupped her breasts, underneath and slightly to the side, fondling and lifting them up, feeling their dangling weight in his palms. Giving each a firm squeeze, his hands moved up, the heels of his hands passing over Desireeâ??s nipples. Pushing against them, he felt the stiff peaks poke into his skin, rubbing in a small circles. After a moment, his hands moved up higher, fingers moving against the edges of her breasts, then over her collarbone. Moving up over her neck, his hands cupped her cheeks, petting with his thumbs gently. Looking into Desireeâ??s eyes with a smile, Micah drew her closer, her arms bending as they still supported herself against the back of the couch. Lips touched, sparking another moan from the man, his tongue pushing out, in search of her own.

Letting the kiss linger, Micah finally pulled her away, his hands drawing off her red cheeks, and landing back onto the teenagers hips. Fingers hooked into the sides of the white, lacey thong, giving several playful tugs, but not really moving it anywhere at first. Then, his fingers curled around the fabric tighter, pressing against the ribbons at the sides. Slowly, he pulled them down in a smooth movement, revealing her delicate flower bit by bit. As soon as the front of the thong was past, Micah picked up on the scent of Desireeâ??s womanhood, further arousing him. Taking in a deeper breath, he slid her underwear down to her knees, then let go, the small garment falling down to the floor, around her ankles. Smirking, his fingertips moved up along the backside of her thighs, coming to rest on her perfect little ass. Holding her behind snugly, her step-father looked up to her. â??You know... tonight is not all about me...â? He said with a lust filled tone, his right hand sliding from her backside and over her hip, fingers tickling at her tummy once they came around. â??Itâ??s about you too...â? he continued, moving his fingers to the center of her body, and then down, teasing over her perfectly shaven hairless mound. The warmth of her body flowed into his fingers as he went, easily able to feel the damp heat raising up from between her legs. Down further his hand went, a sole finger skimming over her slit. Micah was a little surprised at how much care Desiree had taken to make her region perfectly bald, not a hair or stubble to be felt, completely pristine. His finger started to slither back and forth just barely against her slit, hardly touching it at all. â??Youâ??re already wet, Desiree,â? he remarked happily, a small coo in his voice.

 

[TortoiseShell]

The fact that Micah didn’t pronounce Desiree’s mother’s name was both a curse and a blessing. On one hand, it would have pushed the girl over the edge and she would have been completely hysterical. After all, what kind of a sick person enjoyed hearing her dead mother’s name while giving head? On the other hand, meanwhile, the jealousy would have probably pushed her to try even harder to please her step-father. Despite the fact that the teenager didn’t want to have anything to do with her father on that particular night, she did love him immensely and was jealous of any woman who as much as glanced at him. However, the woman she was subconsciously most jealous of was her mother. The deceased was pretty, wonderful, and at times Desiree wondered if the true reason Micah didn’t see anyone else was the fact that he has never managed to get over the woman. It made her extremely angry to even consider the possibility. After all, he has only known her mother for three years, while he has spent almost eighteen years with her.

However, instead of weeping her eyes out or biting off a chunk of his manhood out of fury, she towered him in her mostly naked state, rather enjoying the reaction he display in regard to her tattoos. She adored the inability to decide what to do – be a father and get angry at her or keep on being a pig and enjoy the exotic aspect of the ink on her tanned skin. It would have been quite hypocritical of him to scold her at that point, when her ample breasts were almost in his face and he was forcing her to be everything for him. She had been almost wife like – she took care of the house, made sure he was fed, that he slept when he had to and so forth. While she did show him affection, the bed element was the only part missing to her becoming a lover, and he was about to fill the gap. She still had a hard time wrapping her finger around the possibility that her father would even consider doing such things to her and chose to think that she was in a bad, although admittedly rather sexy dream. A smirk spread across the pretty face although the expression, or lack thereof, in her eyes didn’t even flicker although she did grow tense when the soft fingertips trailed over the butterflies. It was an incredibly tender gesture, one almost misleading enough to make her think he still cared. However, she shook it off as the hand progressed, shrugging in response. “I’ve had them for a couple of months now,” she stated, one of her hands lifting to slide onto her shoulder blade. She smeared the make up there, revealing the second set of ink. “There’s another one on my shoulder,” she added with a taunting expression.

If her tattoos were to make him angry, she would go out and get the rest of her body inked the next day, she decided. “No, but you’d be surprised by how few places actually ask me for ID,” she pointed out, her teeth dragging over her lower lip. “What are you going to do about them, daddy? Spank me?” She kept on in her taunting voice, a part of her thinking that it would be quite kinky if he were to do so. Before she could keep on her taunts, however, his hand kept moving higher, causing her breathing to catch at the back of her throat. As much as his touch was revolting to the teenager at that point, it was also getting harder and harder to deny the extent to which she enjoyed it. The caresses were so much more experienced than those of boys who didn’t know what to grab and settled on either her breasts or her ass. He, meanwhile, explored every inch of her body, making her discover tantalizing new sensations. When he trailed upward and grazed her ribcage, still drawing over the butterflies, she couldn’t help but quiver underneath the smoothness of her skin.

Even as her step-father reached her breasts, he was nothing like her schoolmates. At first there was the subtle touch to the side, then it trailer nearer and nearer to the erect nipples, every step of the way evoking low sighs on her behalf no matter how much she struggled not to let him know. Her eyes were tightly shut, and so she didn’t see him staring at her face until his lips pressed up against hers. She decided to obey, parting her lips when he slid her tongue into her mouth. She was resolute on doing everything to get it over with as fast as possible. The man’s actions weren’t physically unpleasant, far from it; it was simply the symbolism of his actions that rendered her face devoid of emotion, except perhaps when she wasn’t able to hold back the soft, heated sighs.

Her tongue softly caressed her father’s one while he drew her in, her resolve crumbling. She hated herself for loving him so much and for being weak enough to grow more accepting of his actions. While she was by no means eager to jump his bones, she did let her hands slide lower to hold on to his strong shoulders. Suddenly, the kiss ended, much to her disappointment. Still unable to speak out of the fear that all the fondling would prevent her from speaking straight, she studied her step-father right until her underwear slid down. She turned her head to look away, embarrassed to be in such a situation, yet couldn’t help but sneak a peek at his face when he watched her flawless body that was fully at his disposition.

Then, his fingers came crawling along the inside of her thighs until they reached her rear, evoking a low moan on her behalf. She bit down on her lower lip instantly after it escaped, inwardly cursing herself. “I haven’t noticed,” she retorted to his words about the night being about her as well, her voice hardly audible and frustrated. With the song still adding a strange, exciting edge to the screwed up situation, the girl had a hard time resisting her step-father. “You know it’s not because of you,” she added to his comment about her being wet, inhaling sharply while his finger slid along her sensitive slit. It was partially a lie. He was very much involved in rendering her underwear damp, or even drenched by that point.

The little virgin was ready for her father’s imposing length physically, it was merely the rest that was lacking. “Dad,” she spoke tiredly, moving her leg away from between his one and stepping back. “I’m not going to lose my virginity on a couch,” she stated in utter apathy. She turned away from him, her other tattoo and her round rear facing him. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, assuming that he would follow and walked over to the IPod, lifting the volume to its maximal capacity – it would be heard all over the house by that point. At that, the girl walked away, going up to her father’s room since he had the biggest bed. To say that she was nervous would have been an understatement, yet if they were on a bed he would have less space to touch her and hopefully finish things off a little faster.

Back in her father’s room, she hesitated, looking around. After a brief moment of thinking, she pulled back the covers and took a seat at the edge of the bed, leaving the lights off. In the complete darkness, with the moonlight bathing her silhouette and bouncing off her golden waves of hair, she almost looked unreal, nothing but the beat of the song serving as a reminder of the reality of her situation.

 

[Skye Pilot]

Micah was still spellbound by his stepdaughters elegant butterfly tattoos. It didnâ??t help very much that her supple young body was leaning over him, the warmth of her skin lapping up against him. With every breath, he took in more of her mixing aromas, his eyes taking in the view of her nearly naked body. Micah accepted her nonchalant response, being distracted by a little bit of everything. Desiree nabbed his attention when she mentioned the further addition to her shoulder, wondering if it was a continuation of the lovely insects, or something totally different. A smirk crossed his lips following the girls sarcastic remark about being spanked. Honestly, he had been considering exactly that for her punishment. Even if she was suggesting it teasingly, the thought was growing in his head. Already he was wondering what her firm ass would look like, covered in bright red marks and welts left by his hand alone. A spanking delivered by him would push up even more of Desireeâ??s now locked up tears, along with a fresh bounty of cries, with a good chance of a scream or two. The growing craving was almost too good to pass up, but there was enough on their itinerary for the night as it was. Besides, he had to have a surprise or two for the next day, just waiting in the shadows.

Passing off a small chuckle and a shake of his head, Micah looked up to Desiree, his hands wandering along her figure. â??I think you might like that too much,â? he told the teenager with a wink, playing along with her. Hands continued on her body, smiling to himself when he heard the air get caught in the back of her throat from solely his touch. Going up further against her ribs, her body shivered, more proof that she was enjoying his touch on at least some level, even if her mind was still denying it. When his hands caressed her breasts ever so slowly, pushing out those low and beautiful sounding moans, Micah thought that he was gaining some ground, even if her closed eyes were still dull and empty underneath her eyelids.

Micah kept rubbing his finger right along Desireeâ??s damp little slit, several light wet sounds coming up from the flesh on flesh movement. Hearing the girl sleepily speak and start to pull away, he figured that she was going to try to still get out of her current predicament. Her words were just as lifeless as her eyes, but he was slightly surprised by the girls comment, still half expecting her to try to talk her way out of things. Sitting there while she turned around, Micah could make out a portion of the second tattoo. Desireeâ??s dirty blonde hair did a good job of concealing it, bits and pieces of it still visible. It was some kind of writing, or symbol, but without seeing the rest of it, it was completely indistinguishable, yet fully intriguing. Eyes flowed down the back of her figure, digesting her curves, watching her tight backside move with every step. While she walked over to the iPod station, Micah lifted the wet finger up to his lips. Eyes fluttered shut when he caught the scent of her young womanhood. Slipping the digit past his lips next caused him to moan, suckling upon her natural juices. Micah was becoming more addicted to his stepdaughter by the very moment, knowing that the night was only the start of things. After she looked over her shoulder at him, Micah took the hint, starting to follow his stepdaughter. With a flip of her fingers, the song blasted everywhere as a constant reminder, not that it was needed.

With Desiree leading the way, Micah could not help but be a little suspicious. A voice in his head kept telling him that she would try to run the very first chance she got, or she would try to take a swing at him. He tried to put the thoughts to rest, hoping that he would not have to use excessive force on her tonight. Micah raised an eyebrow as she opened the door to the Master Bedroom. Pane glass windows made up an entire wall of the room, looking out over the nearby cliff the mansion was built close to, and out to the horizon of the Pacific Ocean. The floor of his room was solid black marble, making each of their bare footsteps sound out slightly. In the darkness, it was as if they were walking on water, the marble and moonlight working together to show off their reflections in the floor. Several paintings were on the walls, put there mostly to fill in blank space. A walk in closet was on one side of the room, while the other lead to a large private bathroom.

Following her over to the bed, Micah looked at her as she sat down. Desiree looked like an angel in the moonlight, her pale skin seeming to reflect the celestial light. Stepping up in front of her, he thought he must look like some sort of demon to her now, the same moonlight casting off of him in such a different manner. With a smile, Micah reached down, setting his hands on her shoulders. His fully erect cock was not very far from her face, or lips for that matter. Just when it seemed like he was going to force her into finishing him off with a continuation of the earlier blowjob, he pushed her backwards, making her fall on the silky bedding, her body and breasts bouncing with the cushioned impact. Not wasting much time, the man leaned over her, placing his palms flat on the pulled back sheets, one on each side of her head. His strong, heated body loomed over the teenager, looking down to her like a wolf about to devour itâ??s prey. His hips wedged themselves between Desireeâ??s legs, dangling over the edge of the bed while she remained on his bed. Micahâ??s shaft rested against his step daughters abdomen, the hard length of it laying right upon her soft body. The large salvia dampened head rested just below her navel, visually demonstrating just how deep he would be able to penetrate the virgin girl. Micah moaned a little, his rock hard cock laying along the soft skin.

Bending his arms, he lowered himself down, leaning in towards the side of Desireeâ??s neck. Inhaling deeply, he nuzzled his lips right into the crook of her neck, suckling rather deeply. Shifting his body, hips began to pull back slowly, his manhood dragging down her lower body slowly, making him moan wantfully into her neck with the sensation. Taking a small nibble, pinching the skin between his teeth, he began to lift himself up, leaving a mark on the side of her neck. Micah lapped over it once, then kissed down across her shoulder, leaving a few on her bare collarbone. Down further along her body he went with his lips, leaving a path of kisses downward, following the rise of her ample left breast. Slowly he went, dragging his lips along. Once at her areola, Micah kissed around the patch of skin, making a complete circle, cautious not to yet touch the sensitive skin. With the loop completed, his head lifted, doing the exact same to the nipple on Desireeâ??s right. Finishing up with the second circle, his lips parted, warm breath flowing out over the teenagers perky nipple. Lips then closed around the stiff bit of flesh, suckling light and soft. The tip of his tongue swiped over the nipple, wettening it down with his salvia. Deeper suckles soon followed, with another one of his moans flowing into her chest. After a few more moments of deeper suckles, he moved on, his kisses going down to the inside edge of her breast, and into the valley of her cleavage.

Moving down the centerline of her body, Micah kissed down to her navel. Once again, he made a circle around it, then gave a few quick licks to Desireeâ??s belly button. The stream of kisses continued down even further, but rather than following the midline of her body, they diverted instead, peppering about her smoother and bare inner thigh. Out to her knee he went, then switched over, following from her knee and down her creamy inner leg. Kneeling on the floor beside the edge of the bed, Micah smiled, his face directly in front of her wet little pussy. His heart was pounding in his chest with anticipation, having wanted Desiree in so many ways for so long. The fresh wetness on her lower lips glimmered in the moonlight, her flesh sparkling with taboo temptation. Unable to resist, he leaned in, little by little, placing his left hand on her right thigh, pushing it back some to spread her legs wider. Gripping firm with his hand, Micah slipped his tongue out between his lips, moving it slowly against her opening, up and down in a single stroke. Even though he had sampled her body back when they were on the couch, nothing could compare to sampling the source directly.

Micah was still impressed by how perfectly maintained her lower regions were. Not a hair to be found, not even a trace. It made her appear younger than she really was, and it was cute in a way too. â??Iâ??m going to return the favor from earlier,â? he said with a smile, moving his face forward, putting his mouth right on her sex. Parting his lips, he dove his tongue directly into Desireeâ??s body, moving it up and down, like he was painting with a brush. Micah moaned into her pussy and closed his eyes, savoring every drop of her fluids. The intense heat pouring off her lower body covered his face, relishing in the warmth. Fingers rubbed against her inner thigh as he kept it held back, giving him plenty of room to pleasure the teenager with his tongue instead. Micah was careful to keep a moderate pace, not too fast, or too slow, at least for now. It would have been easy enough to have just taken his claim of her after he had pushed her back on to the bed, but Micah wanted watch her writhe with pleasure, hear Desiree moan with lust, and have her be sopping wet by the time he got around to taking her.