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Good Girl Gone Bad [ TortoiseShell x Tyr]

Never letting his gaze divert from her, he is pleased that she admitted her enjoyment of his caress. The fingers of one hand still rubbing her leg, pushing to material up just a little as they work their way higher on her leg, the other hand gently stroking her upper arm in a soothing way.

I’m glad you like it; I’m enjoying being here with you.

Of course he didn't say, how much he was thinking about fucking her. The material of her skirt offered little resistance as his hand moved slowly up her leg, the finger rubbing the soft warm skin beneath the rough texture of his hand. Darren never spoke loudly; he just spoke to her as he continued to play his game.

Don’t be afraid, if they are looking its just cause their jealous of me, because I’m here with you.

The milkshake forgotten, Darren was reveling in this sexy thing’s discomfort. Still even if she seemed like a naïve scared virgin, she did have something buried deep within that would allow him this opportunity, and that peaked his interest. The more she allowed him to play with her, the more he wanted to play.

I like a girl that isn’t afraid, and doesn’t care what others think.
 
Faith heard his words, studying him slowly. Oh how she wanted to find out what his hand would feel like even higher up - no matter how embarassing, she noted that each time his hand moved higher the amount of pleasure from his touch grew. She tilted her head slowly, shaking her head.

"It's not about what they think, it's about what I think," she explained softly, her voice too never growing higher than his, remaining a soft sultry whisper as though there was nobody but him around. As his hand moved higher, she heard a soft yet audible gasp escape her lips. Bringing a hand over her mouth, she bit on her lower lip.

She wanted him, that much she knew. Finally, she decided to tell it out loud, not quite sure what exactly girls were supposed and not supposed to tell guys and thus sounding fairly straight forward.

She rested her free hand on top of his on her forearm, dismissing her own shake. "Look, I really do want you to keep touching me, or do whatever else you want, but not here," she explained, not even realizing how she sounded at that point, merely eager for him to stop as she felt her body react in an increasingly odd fashion.
 
The girl was shaking her head and not saying anything, he could see the conflict, and he was amused by it. So he quickly responds back.

And what do you think?

Her answer surprises him when she admits she wants more, and that she’s not setting any limits on his behavior. Though he doubted she understood the full ramification of such a proposal, he wasn’t going to dissuade her. If only there was a woman, who had no limits, and could match his need. He couldn’t imagine that this girl could be such a woman it just seems so unlikely. Still the way she said it seemed so matter of fact.

His hand stopped its forward advancement, but didn’t yet retreat. His eyes watching hers, as he hears the small gasp. Oh how he wanted to feel her pussy with his hand, it took a lot not to slide his hand all the way. Still speaking in a soft voice he leans closer, very close, his face now just a few inches away from hers, there lips almost touching.

Are you sure? I want everything, no holding back, no running home to mommy. Are you really ready to be my bad girl?

And as he says it for the briefest of moment his hand slides all the way. His hand only staying for a second or two, before it withdraws to almost her knee.
 
The girl watched him lean forward, her heart skipping a beat. A boy kissed her right before she left her town, yet she didn't want him to so she never considered it to be her real first kiss. For a moment, she thought that he would kiss her yet instead he spoke. Struggling to keep disappointment off of her face.

She tilted her head slightly, her warm, peach bubblegum scented breath breaking against his lips. Her eyes remained locked with his, trying to figure out what exactly he was thinking. She knew that she didn't know what was coming, or what to expect. However his touch was enough to turn her world upside down, challenge everything her parents forced her for believe.

She still didn't understand whether he wanted to go out with her or not, or what their relationship at that point was, yet she was so hopeful that he would become her boyfriend and maybe fall for her one day that she was ready for just about anything.

"I'll give you everything," she murmured softly with a slow, confused nod. "I'm sure," she spoke, trying to sound accordingly although her voice was close to trembling.
 
Their breaths were touching and mixing as they sat his face so close to hers. He could smell the bubblegum on her breath and it didn’t bother him in the least. The confused look on her face, and yet never the slightest protest or exclamation to his intrusion of her most personal of areas, again surprised him. He half thought she might slap him, and say she wasn’t that kind of girl, but instead she again reaffirmed her willingness to offer him everything. Crude, lewd, and almost depraved thoughts rushed through his mind, as he watched her intently trying to ascertain what the truth was.

If people were watching or paying any attention to what was going on, Darren couldn’t care in the least. The more time he spent with this girl, the more she intrigued him, if she was willing to do everything than he was very willing to test her, and find out if it was true or not.

With his hand still on her knee, and just resting there as they talked, not intruding or even massaging her leg. For the moment her beauty and sexiness had the world around them drowned out. So he of course pushes her again, wanting to test her every boundary.

I want everything, and I want you. Tell me you want my hand to touch you again, right now, right here.

His hand was ready to answer her if she said yes to his dare.
 
Faith pondered about the situation, doubting that the dilemma he inspired would come to an end any time soon. Her parents have always expected her to be close only with the man she was to marry - after the marriage. Displays of public affection were simply out of question, both before and after marriage. By going along with him she violated the trust built over the years - for a boy she wasn't certain was interested in her. Heck, she knew he wasn't interested in her - he seemed to want little more than her body. On the other hand, he had been fairly respectful toward her demands.

She bit on her lower lip in frustration, the questions about what he would think about it and how it would all end for a few moments overpowering everything else. However, when she heard him speak again she was torn out of her thoughts, her gaze darting toward his lips.

Unconsciously, she licked her own, half wondering what a kiss with him would feel like. She leaned in even closer, leaving the decision of kissing her or not up to him. Frowning at his comment, she slightly shook her head.

"I want your hand to touch me again," she echoed after a few moments of silence. "Right now, but not right here," she stated, her eyes studying his slowly. "And I want you, too," she blushed, looking away from him.
 
Darren watched as her tongue licked her lips, the soft skin glistening from the moist touch. They were just so close, and yet Darren wanted more than the kiss, but for the girls it seemed so important. Her lips were begging him, demanding that he touch and taste them. So his head naturally tilts the opposite of hers. So give her one thing she desires and takes another.

Don’t worry I’m here with you.

She never said no, so she might as well have said yes in Darren’s mind. His lips pressing against hers as his hand moves up between her leg. The hand was rough and calloused from working with cars, and moved swiftly up between her legs, as he engages her in a passionate kiss. The other hand that had been touching her upper arm now slides in behind her neck, so he can hold her close as the kiss intensifies. The fingers begin to rub the area between her legs, as his mouth opens, and he kisses her with an open mouth. His body slides along the bench turning so they were as close as possible, more and more of his body coming in contact with hers. Darren wasn’t sure if anyone was watching, and he really didn’t care.
 
Confused, Faith arched her eyebrows at his comment, about to ask him what he meant when all of a sudden she felt his lips press against hers. It was a feeling so strong and overwhelming that she forgot all about his hand swiftly sliding between her legs. She couldn't help but rejoice at the fact that he kissed her in public, in front of everyone including all the girls he spent nights with. Her hands slid up to rest on his neck, her soft, sweet lips caressing his ones. While his kiss was passionate, her one was gentle and sensual in its innocence. While she was new at it, the girl was a good kisser nonetheless, following what his body did. She, too, parted her lips, her tongue sliding along his lower lip.

Her legs meanwhile slid over one of his legs, she shins resting between his legs. Her body pressed closer to his one, pressing up against his one as much as possible. For a few moments she forgot that they were alone, so magical and amazing that kiss was. Suddenly, she heard a low moan escape her lips and she reluctantly pulled away, watching him in silence, a faint smile on her lips. "This is not...very appropriate," she murmured, yet despite her nervousness there was something else in her eyes - desire and playfullness.
 
Darren was pleased, her lips and mouth were so soft and warm, his tongue meeting hers as it danced across her lips. He’d kissed many girls, and had been with many girls, and yet he felt a renewed thrill with this girl. She was fresh, clean, and yet seemed to have a willingness to go faster and further than what she seemed on the outside. Even this brief touch, he felt the first stirring in his pants as he held his breath and shared in the intimate exchange.

The fingers of his hand expertly played with her, till she pulls from the kiss and mentions the inappropriate nature of their actions. Which of course she was correct, and he knew it, however it didn’t bother him. Still his eyes never waived from hers, as his lips lightly touch hers while he answers back.

You’re right it isn’t.

The rough fingers rubbing the outside of her pussy as his lips again softly touch hers, his hot breath cascading against her lips with each exhalation.

I just can’t help myself; you’re such an amazing girl.

The fingers press more firmly against the soft petals, as his tongue searches for hers. There was a hunger in his touch, as he fed on her sexiness. Darren had never raped or forced a woman, but he’d never had issue with pushing them, or manipulating them if the occasion arose. He always figured they wanted to, but just didn't want to admit it.
 
Faith sucked in a breath as she felt his rough fingers caress her hot, wet pussy, biting on her lower lip. The sensations of his hand there were overwhelming, yet it was all too much for the poor innocent creature. His lips broke her chain of thought, causing her to let out a low whimper, her fingers sliding upward to brush through his hair, tangling in it to rub his skull carefully.

She could feel the slight stirring in his pants since her thigh was placed next to his groin, yet she didn't pay much attention to it, unconsciously shifting her leg about, brushing against him. His tongue coming into play was awfully invasive yet surprisingly pleasant. She imitated his actions and simply followed her body's instincts, her tongue rubbing up against his one.

"Wait, no," she whispered between kisses, without nontheless fully breaking contact with him. "I...ah," she started yet was quickly interrupted by a low moan, causing her to reformulate her thought in her head. "No, please, I can't do this here," she finally found the strength to pull away, moving her arms away from him, her hands sliding up to brush the strands of hair out of her eyes.
 
The passionate exchange went on fall longer than Darren thought it would. So many times the girls bolted or claimed their innocence, as soon as it got hot and heavy. Again this sexy little thing surprised him, and as much as he wanted to go further you really couldn’t fuck a girl in such a public place, not that he wouldn’t try if he thought he could get away with it.

At her request he withdrew his hand, the bottom of the fingers moist from her wetness. He just smiles at her, bringing the fingers up and taking a deep inhalation so he could smell the very aroma coming from his fingers. The smile he had was mischievous, which matched the devilish glint in his eyes. Now they were just sitting close, no more than any of the other couples at the Burger joint. Still staring at her, he begins to clean his fingers off, one at a time.

No problem, baby I understand.

The voice had a slight tone of disappointment, which he intended. So he reaches around to pick up the shake he’d set down. Ready to finish it off, while he awaited her response.

Do you want me to take you home?

Darren always let the girl make certain decision, never making or letting them feel trapped. The best results were always to let them believe they made all the choices, even if they’d been manipulated into each one.
 
The girl sighed when he pulled away his hand, the sigh holding both disappointment and relief. She suddenly felt like there was something missing, having grown used to his intrusive ways. His hand slid up to his face, causing her to turn bright red. Her hand weakly slid over his, trying to prevent him from doing something so awfully embarassing.

Meanwhile, she moved her legs away, getting them off of his one to return to the way she was sitting earlier on. She crossed her arms on the table and watched him, confused. "I never said that," she replied, her gaze travelig over him slowly. She found it odd that the moment she refused to let him continue he seemed to lose interest in her. She frowned at the thought, hopeful that she was mistaking.

"I mean, if you want, sure. Though my car's at school," she added, brushing her hair out of her eyes lazily. She called her parents earlier on to warn them about her lateness so that wasn't an issue. The frustration was building up inside of her as she tried to decide what to do. Giving it up to him on the first evening would be awful of her, yet on the other hand there was nothing she wanted more.

"Can we just go somewhere less crowded?" She offered, her gaze traveling over his handsome face and down to his body before quickly returning back.
 
Darren just sucked on his milkshake as she expressed her consternation with his withdrawal, while he of course was seemingly indifferent. Still he wouldn’t mind spending some quality time with this hot little number, but he had to play it right.

Sure if you really want to want go someplace, I’m up for it.

Leaving it open for her to decide, though he was sure her decision was already made. Yet, her wanted he to clearly say it so that there was no doubt.

I just don’t want to feel you have too; I want you to want to, I don’t know it that makes sense.

Another draw on the shake as they sat, the place still booming with music and activity. God his cock needed some attention and if this little hot thing wasn’t going to, he have to find one that would.

So would you like to go for a ride?

The words of course having so many meanings and he knew it. Luckily the few moment they spoke would give his equipment a moment to settle down, for as much as he enjoyed embarrassing or humiliating his girls, he in fact didn’t enjoy it on himself at all. It was hypercritical of him, but that was life.
 
The young woman already set the milkshake aside, twisting the straw between her fingers. She knew that if it wasn't her it would be someonne else, that despite his words he probably would never even pay attention to her if she was to refuse. She was supposed to be his bad girl, after all, and she doubted that bad girls said 'no' in those cases.

She felt her respect for herself go down the drain, fading away in the matter or seconds yet there was nothing she could do about it. In all the movies she has seen, at least one of the two people had to suffer for love - she supposed it would have to be her.

Of course it wouldn't all be suffering, considering the fact that she did want him. Reminding herself of the fact that she was almost eighteen and all the girls her age were no longer virgins she decided that it was probably not that big of a deal.

"Yeah, I would," she nodded and stood up, getting over the bench once again, doing it as quickly as possible. She then glanced back at him, giving him a meek smile while she waited for him to follow.
 
Great! Lets go!

He stands up happy that she’s agreed to go with him, and promised to do far more. Not taking her hand but wrapping it around her waist, he holds her tight, like any guy would their girlfriend. The other hand still had the milkshake he was finishing.

I knew you were my kind of girl, there was something just special about you.

The meaning was clear, and he spoke as if she should be proud of it. Though his mind thought special meant sexy, well rounded and built to be fucked. Now his hand slides a little lower as they begin to move through the crowd, the fingers cupping her ass cheek through the short skirt. One of his friends ask how things are going and he just responds with the thumbs up, briefly releasing her ass as they near a trash can. Stopping for a moment, he tosses his empty Styrofoam cup in the trash, his hand never leaving her ass. If she moves to do the same, his hand plays further down, and comes up just under her skirt, lifting the short garment a bit as his hand continues to play with her. The hand travels up the back and inside of her leg.

Just don’t think I can let go of you. Damn it going to be fun getting to know you.
 
Faith held on to Darren with her free arm, leaning up against him slightly as they walked. Despite the fact that his words were not much considering their true meaning, she felt her heart pace accelerate. The thought that he would never have said that if she didn't agree to sleeping with him was carefully censored out as she pretended he really did like her for who she was, not for her body and lack of protest.

She didn't say anything to his fingers on her ass, merely nipping on her lower lip to prevent herself from moaning. She too tossed her cup into the trash, gasping softly as she felt him lift her skirt. She moved her hand back to softly push his one lower to get the fabric to cover at least a tiny bit of her. Finally, they reached the car, the girl almost jumping at the door. She found the public affection fairly awkward, especially with such obvious sexual tension.

"You'll have to let go though," she smiled, a hint of bitterness briefly flashing through her eyes yet quickly disappearing. She tugged on the door, moving away from him, and took a seat, quickly pulling on the belt. "So where exactly are we going now?" She wondered, studying him.
 
Darren smiled and let go, his hand obviously groping her. Still he was happy, and quickly moved around the car with a large smile on his face. The speed for which the girl got in the car, he took to be her enthusiasm for what they had planned. Quickly sliding in to the drivers seat, Darren starts the engine, which rumbles.

I have a pad above the garage, but it’s a mess... or how about a nice spot just outside town, I can drive there, the choice is yours.

Didn’t matter to him either way, the only thing that mattered was getting between those luscious legs. The faster this was going, the more he wanted to do her. So he backs up and prepares to leave the burger place. Several people wave, and he waves back, giving one or two guys that knew a wink. Letting him know what he was up to.

The engine rumbles as he revs it, preparing to tear out of the parking lot, and lay down some rubber. Every girl was different, everyone expected something different, and Darren wondered how this girl was going to be. Thinking about it Darren decided, since this one seemed so willing and eager, that he was going to have her on his terms. If she wanted him, then she was going to be a far different girl than she ever imagined. A plan began to form, and Darren couldn’t help but chuckle.
 
Faith hesitated. While the garage was a mess, she had no idea what exactly the spot outside town implied, and didn't quite want to end up having sex with him in the middle of a forest or anything along the lines.

"The garage is fine," she nodded slowly, feeling her heart pace accelerate. While Darren was eager for things to go further she was simply terrified. She did everything not to let it show, to seem relaxed, yet the truth was she felt as though she was going for a root cannal. She inhaled slowly, telling herself that it was probably not as terrifying as she though - after all, every teenager in town seemed to be sleeping around. The thought that he would be thinking up a way to humiliate her or that he didn't care in the slightest about what she thought of the entire thing never even brushed her mind.

Suddenly, he chuckled, causing her to look at him with a clearly confused expression. "Why are you laughing?" She wondered, worried that she did something wrong.
 
Sure, then home it is.

Darren’s foot presses the accelerator and the tires spin, the car speeding out of the parking lot in a show of speed. Several other cars honk their horns as the GTO power slides into the road, and goes tearing off. Again, Darren really didn’t engage in conversation as the stereo system blares in the car. Living a few miles away, and of course traveling substantially in excess of the posted speed limit, they make it their in no time at all. The main house was shabby, and somewhat run down. Darren having turned eighteen convinced his mother to let him live in the apartment above the garage. The situation gave both his mom and him the privacy they both craved. Plus it gave him a safe place to bring the girls, and how many guys in high school had their own places. Now it wasn’t much a room, with a space heater, a bed, desk, mini refrigerator, tv, and stereo. To him it was awesome.

Pulling the car into the driveway, he parks it outside, as the garage was more a workshop, than actually a place to store a car. A set of rickety wooden stairs on the side leads to a single faded painted wooden door. The garage looked old, and probably was in need of repair. Darren takes Faith's hand and leads her up the stairs.

Unlocking the door, it swings open into a poorly lit room, dirty clothes are in a pile in the corner, several posters of cars and barely clad women adorn the walls, plus a rock band or two. Everything you would expect from a single guy's apartment.

Sweet isn’t it?

Darren was proud of his place.
 
The girl turned away from the object of her affection and stared at the road. She was rather disappointed by the lack of conversation. She wanted to know so much about him - ranging from trivial things such as his birthday or the name of his first pet to bigger things such as his dreams and aspirations. He, meanwhile, didn't seem interested in her at all. She bit on her lower lip in frustration, trying to convince herself that things would eventually turn around.

Finally, they reached the house. She studied it slowly, not judging yet feeling bad for him for a second. She was used to the fact that her parents were rich and the house she lived in looked like it came straight out of a house catalogue. She told herself that it resembled those places movie characters had during their adolescence and early twenties - like Seinfeld, or Friends. "It is," she smiled softly, looking around. She was worried about her safety in that building - it looked like everything could collapse at any moment, yet she went along with it. Walking up to the bed, she sat down, crossing her long legs. The skirt was gradually getting uncomfortable, and she wished she could take it off. Of course taking it off also was quite a challenge emotionally, considering the fact that then he'd get to see her mostly naked. Kicking off her shoes, she rested her arms behind herself, watching him.

"So what now?" She wondered, biting on her lower lip.
 
Darren watches as she moves across the room and comes to sit on the edge of his bed. Having his own place was seriously improving his sex life, as he didn’t have to worry about his mom walking in or hearing him. Plus it made the girls more comfortable, and left fewer excuses why they couldn’t do it. As she’s removing her shoes, he’s moving across the room to join her. Though he wanted to drop his pants, and just shove his dick into her mouth, the chances of that being successful at this point were probably minimal he thought , though he had hope for the future. Girls like her had low self-esteem, and if a guy played it right, they were much easier to deal with than those who were full of themselves.

How about I join you?

The question of course was rhetorical as he was already sitting down on the bed beside her. Reaching out his hand slides in behind her neck, and pulls her in for a kiss. The other hand slides around her waist to hold her. Darren didn’t see any reason to delay; they both knew why they were here. The kiss starts gentle and soft, as he presses his lips against her, but soon it intensifies as his mouth opens and his tongue slides into her mouth. The hand holding her about the waist only stayed there a moment or two, as he had every intention of continuing his prior efforts. So it slides around and down her legs, returning to her knee. Just breaking the kiss so he could softly whisper to her.

Why don’t you spread those sexy legs so we can continue where we left off.

The tone was matter of fact, as he expected her to simply comply to his request. His eyes watching her with an ever growing hunger.
 
Faith slowly inhaled, her body temperature increasing by a few degrees as he approached. She merely smiled at his words, leaning forward to press her lips against his ones with a lot more eagerness than previously. The kiss turned out to be far less innocent than previously as Faith grew used to his sweet taste, and realized that kissing was not as frightening as she has expected it to be. Her arms instantly slid around his neck, holding on to him tightly as they kissed. Her tongue darted out to welcome his, caressing it gently yet firmly. She whimpered softly, hopeful that he enjoyed the kiss as much as she did. Perhaps the sex would be just like the kisses - comfortable, warm, intimate.

When she heard his comment, she slid her hand down to her skirt, undoing the top button of it to ease the tension. She slowly uncrossed her legs, spreading them apart, this time the fabric slid up her thighs, uncovering them almost up to her groin area. "Like this?" She murmured with a teasing smile, one of her hands sliding down his chest, caressing him softly. She could feel that now familiar moist, hot sensation between her legs, her body throbbing in anticipation. She kissed him again, her eyes shutting for a few seconds. Her arms returned around his neck, pulling him down onto the bed as she leaned back. "You'll have to teach me everything though," she whispered, her eyes traveling over his.
 
Again the girl surprised him, he expected some hesitancy or resistance, and there was none. She seemed more than cooperative to his incursion, and returned his kiss, though she wasn’t experienced, she did have enthusiasm, and that was more than sufficient for Darren’s immediate needs. The girl’s moans were responded to by further intensification of his intrusion. As she opens her skirt a button at a time, he couldn’t help but look down and smile. While her hands opened up the skirt, his hand slides up her legs massaging the soft skin as it rises higher and higher on her thigh. Happy with willingness to open her self up to his attention, he returns the kiss she initiated. All the while his hand works its way up to her pussy where he begins to again rub.

The kiss breaks and she whispers a need to learn, and he of course can’t help but smile back with lust.

Oh I think that can accomplished, if you’re willing to learn I promise to teach you everything you need to know.

The words he didn’t say but thoughts were ‘to be my little slut.’ The fingers of his hand rubbing her moist slit, the soft petals slick with her wetness slide beneath his fingers. Finally he stops and breaks the kiss. Both hands reach down and he unbuttons his pants, and slides them down, leaving only his boxer shorts, the line of his hardening cock obviously pressing against the material eager to escape.

Why don’t we teach you to be a good cocksucker? Why don’t you bend over and take it out baby, and wrap those sexy lips around it.

The language was a bit crude, but Darren was just that kind of guy, and being subtle was just too much trouble so he didn’t worry about it.
 
Faith's hips moved in concordance with his hand's movements, discovering that certain spots were far more pleasant that the others, especially one that caused her body to twitch. It didn't take much effort for him to push her over the edge, her desire for him growing by the second. Perhaps it was what people called lust, she thought to herself, her heart accelerating. It was one of those things her parents would never approve of - which made it that much more delicious.

She shifted her hips slightly when he moved away, slowly sliding the skirt down to uncover her perfect round rear and hairless pussy, watching him get rid of his pants. Never in her life had the girl been so exciting. Even his words that sounded so offensive caused her lower body to throb with desire.

"Okay, but you'll have to tell me exactly what you want me to do," she purred and shifted about to get on the floor, kneeling in front of him. She looked up at the boy, then at the bulge in his boxers and licked her lips, her warm hand slowly sliding into his underwear to pull out the hot, hard muscle. Studying him, she felt her heart pace accelerate. He was so perfect.

She slowly leaned in and tentatively licked the tip, her tongue caressing his head, trying to rub up against every spot on it. Her fingers meanwhile circled his cock, simply holding him straight. Looking at him, she licked down his length and then back up, enjoying the sensation.
 
Always lips baby, never teeth. Wrap those sexy lips around it and suck on it. You can use your tongue to help it into your mouth. I’m going make you a good cocksucker.

Darren’s hand sliding through her hair, and helping guide her up and down his shaft. He didn’t expect her to deep throat it, but he planned to get as much as he could into her mouth. The other hand reaches behind her and continues to play with her little virgin pussy, rubbing it as he educates her on the art of sucking cock.

Use your tongue to guide it in, lavishing attention to it.

Even if she wasn’t the best person he ever met at giving a blowjob, well at least not yet, the whole thought that she was brand new to the effort was arousing. Wouldn’t it be great if he could teach her to be his perfect little slut, no hang-ups, no rules, and just total compliance to his sexual needs? Darren groans as he feels her fingers wrapping around his length.

You can use your hand with your mouth, if you can’t take it all in. It takes time for a girl to learn to take all of a guy's cock. You know to deep throat him.

Darren thinks back to one or two girls, he’d met who had amazing oral skills, all of them seemed to relish the act of sucking cock. One of girls told him she though blowing a guy was equal to kissing, plus she loved the taste of cum, which made her an avid cocksucker.
Still his finger administered attention to the soft folds of her pussy, firmly rubbing them with his rough fingers. He wanted her to associate pleasure with the act of sucking cock.
 
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