You're drunk on my doorstep, so you might as well come in. Yeah, right here in the hall, this wall is perfect for your first move. The ultimate in booty call because you're about to feel what you haven't let yourself feel again. Kiss my neck. Never gets old. Grind up against me, yes. You want to tell me how sexy I am? Is that just the booze talking? Let me make it easy.

You're kind of cute when you're wasted, you know that? Mouth still kissable even as your eyes are hot and feverish, even as your hands wander to places you never let yourself go, really exploring my tits, probably more pressure than if you took your time, studied, were concentrated about it. But no, right now you have no control so I just gotta go with it, baby. You're right about every detail of it but this one. So get your hand out from under my skirt, before you get too much pussy on your fingers.

Allright, just a taste. Geez. It's like Christmas, the way you smell it, the way you put your fingers in your mouth and suck them in those long strokes. It's right there. You can have it if you want it. You prefer to torture yourself, ok.

But you're not fucking me tonight, because fucking me would be cheating. So put your hands in my hair again, yes, you don't need to push down on my head, because I have every intention of sucking you off. Right, that's right, doing you until you're done. Then you'll be able to take a little rest, poor thing. Hair of the dog...

So let's move to the couch. I'll give you a lap dance. Take a tit out of my bra for you to suck. Fuck yeah oh you're hurting it again. You play it, I see stars and I can't control what comes out of my mouth. I wish you were sober. You're really good at it then...But I love your body. You can stall for a moment, but I'm going down, because otherwise we'll fuck, and technically, that's cheating. Shh...you're in no shape to protest, are you, tiger?

I kneel at your feet, ready to keep us both from making a terrible mistake, and put my hand on it. You moan, go someplace else, and I feel you hardening in my hand, surrendering through your shorts, sliding a foot out of your flipflops. I slide my pussy onto your feet and let you feel the wetness through the panties and get to work.

Slow strokes, I recall, are your nemesis. I go nice and rhythmic for you on the outside of your zipper and then slowly draw it down. Gently take your cock out of your pants. God how I missed this part of you. I just have to give him a kiss.

Luckily, he likes it. Slides right into my mouth, surrendering to my tongue. I keep stroking, and licking, pumping with my mouth and pulling off for a little nibbling now and again as you surrender. No kinky stuff, just gently cupping your balls, not the attention I normally lavish on them with the tip of my tongue. That's right now, you can fuck my mouth,it's not your fault, just go slow. You like it deep, my throat opening. You're a good boy, you know that?

I can feel you relax, feel that click in your brain where it gets ok. Feed it to me, I'm not even tipsy. Just lay back and let me take it for you.

God, I love this. I feel the heat between my legs and it only takes a simple shift of position to connect doing you to coming right at your feet. I know you think you'd like to eat my pussy, but you're not going to get to tonight because I'm going to take it down my throat so you can just relax and let me make you come. About time. Yes, that's right. Pull my hair. Drive me down on it. Let me do this for you. Yeah. That's it. Until you can't take it or me any more, soldier. Spill it for me as I come swallowing you shooting down my throat, my head in your lap. Cheers.