"How you say? Practice make perfect?" She went back for more practice. It was perfect.
Kiersten stood now and put one foot on the couch next to me, spreading her tawny pussy and thrusting it at my face.
"Give me what you gave Brigitte," she said. Her face was flushed.
I lay back on the couch, careful not to move out of Brigitte’s range, and guided Kiersten on top of me. She knelt on the couch, straddling me, and brought her pussy lips to mine. They were pale and delicate, like an orchid, the skin almost translucent. I gently massaged the outer lips with my tongue and heard her moan appreciatively. She spread her legs a little further, sitting further down. I nibbled at her inner lips, which were damp and starting to swell. Using the tip of my tongue, I explored her slit, looking for her little warrior. There she was, peeking out from under her fleshy helmet, stiff and ready.
I flicked at her clit. Kiersten tossed her head and moaned. She liked it.
My dick was swelling under Brigitte’s expert attentions. I thrust my hips upward, involuntarily trying to push further in. She met my thrusts, raising herself up to straighten her throat, and I felt my man slide past her tongue into neverland. She gagged only slightly, then slid me almost all the way out, dragging her tongue along the tender thread before swallowing me again, all the way down, no gagging this time.
I kept working on Kiersten. I gripped her ass with both hands, gently spreading her cheeks, and fondled her asshole with one finger.
"Oh!" she cried.
I tightened my lips around her mound and rubbed her clit rhythmically with my tongue. Her breath was ragged as she panted. I pushed my finger carefully into her anus as I picked up the pace with my tongue.
"Oh!" she cried again. "Yes! I can feel…! I’m…!" Her body tensed and she held her breath.
I could feel her orgasm coursing through her sex as I massaged her clit and moved my finger gently in and out. She convulsed once, then twice.
The drama of Kiersten’s orgasm was too much. With a groan, I came in Brigitte’s mouth and down her throat. Gamely, she kept sucking me in and out, taking every drop. I could hear her swallowing as I shot my load. As she swallowed, her throat flexed, gripping the tip of my bad boy and heightening the intensity of my orgasm. Kiersten rolled off the couch and crouched on the floor, watching Brigitte suck me, little rivulets of my essence leaking past her lips and down my shaft.
My man was shrinking in Brigitte’s mouth as she let him slip out and sat back on her haunches. She tucked the stray threads of my come into her mouth with a Mona Lisa smile. Kiersten reached for her, drawing her comely face down into a deep, tongue-swapping kiss.
"Mmm," Kiersten said as they separated, both a little breathless. "That’s not so bad. Kind of like an oyster. Maybe next time, I’ll give and you can take, Mitch.
Like I said, I was enjoying this new job.
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