Yuna braced one hand just below his belly button. The other hand, warm and delicate, took up his cock and gently stroked it. She gulped hard. I'll believe this is "medicine" when the moon turns blue. I just hope he believes my charade long enough to let me show him how much I like him. Yuna shifted on her knees for a better position and leaned over. His short, beautiful cock seemed to stare proudly at her. Slowly, she bent down and hovered within an inch of its pink head. Her heart beat faster and faster until she was sure it would burst.
Then she kissed.
A flurry of emotion surged through her. She'd never done this before, never even dreamed of it in her life, and here she was, kissing a man in his most intimate place. And not just any man, but the one she'd had her eye on. She felt so dirty, yet so bold. Yuna lingered there for a moment, savoring his taste on her lips. He smelled like sweat and sex and hotness, like a man who'd just exercised his strength to defend her. She kissed him again, more open-mouthed this time, and closed her lips on his tip. How soft he was! How snug he felt! Yuna took one more look at Robert to see whether he approved.
The pleased look on his face was all the motivation she needed.
Yuna pressed her lips to his cock and slowly forced it between them. The velvet skin pushed past her lips and grazed her tongue. A long, low moan released from her throat. How could something so dirty feel so amazing? Mother would kill her if she ever found out, and then some. Anything sexual outside of marriage, even masturbation, was taboo in her household. The thought only emboldened the girl. Yuna sank him deeper into her, releasing little moans and gasps until he rested at the back of her tongue. She rose up to the base of the head, shivered with pleasure, and sank again.
Oh gods, I...thank you for this meal. Shut up, brain. He's so amazing!...
She brought her free hand to her pussy and fingered herself as she repeated this rising and sinking. Her eyes drifted back up to Robert to drink in his expression, wanting to please him, and wanting to please herself. There was nothing like this in the world, nothing. Not the smooth of the finest chocolate nor the texture of her own fingers could match the velvet delight caressing her mouth.