“We should have sex.”
“What? You … you are out of your mind.” She is still studying my body. Her tongue quickly peeks out, licking her lower lip.
We want the same thing, sweetheart. Sooner or later, you will agree that you are mine.
“It’s a shame I wasted so many hours at the gym. I worked so hard on my body just for the pleasure of your eyes. I wanted you to enjoy the view when we got naked. See how considerate I am? Always considering the future. Always thinking about you. I am going to die celibate anyway. Might as well give me some pity sex one last time before we break up. Seven-point-five inches of prime meat inside that sweet pussy of yours.”
She gulps. “I … I … don’t you dare take your pants off. I know what you are doing.”
“Really? What do you think I am doing?”
“Is it working?” I know it is.
“I am not having sex with you.”
“Okay, fine, no sex. You owe me a blow job. One blow job, and we are even.”
“Wait. Can you please stop touching yourself like that? How do I owe you a blow job?”
She shuts her eyes and then shakes her head like she is trying to get rid of an image in her mind. “Whatever you are doing is not working,” she says, but I can see the rise and fall of her chest.
I can’t help but grin. “Okay, I have another proposition. Will you change your mind if I offer my services instead of asking you for yours? Let me eat your pussy nonstop for the next twenty-four hours, and we will call it even.”
A gasp escapes her lips, and I can see a pounding pulse throb on her neck. I want to lick that long neck of hers and suck on her pulse. She squeezes her legs together and swallows. My cock stirs in my pants. I am sporting a semi. My body knows when she is ready. This is us.
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