“Hmm Hmm,” she whimpered.
“All I want to do is lick this pussy right now and you playin’ and shit.”
I gripped the hem of her leggings again and slid them down. My assumations were right when I said she ain’t have on no panties. All that juicy ass booty swallowing her leggings up.
“Lift up for me a lil’ bit.”
Complying, she lifted up, and I slid her leggings down. Spreading them apart, her pretty ass, fat pussy was eyeing me with white cream oozing from her pussy hole. I grabbed her ankles, pulling her leggings over the Cuban anklet clutched around her left ankle, and tossed them on the floor at my feet. Her legs were still parted open, and I pulled her down towards me, gently. Her booty was hanging off the edge of the couch.
Before diving in, I fingered her, all while praying to God that her pussy didn’t have a smell like her cousin’s. Though Trecee was diagnosed with BV, she still had an odor. The first time we fucked she had an odor. That’s how I knew something wasn’t right with her. I needed Synthia to be clean and odor free.
“When was the last time you had some dick or got your pussy ate?” I asked, still keeping my middle and index finger crooked inside of her, easing in and out of her soppy wet goodness.
“Ummmm,” she moaned, while zeroing her gaze on me. “It’s been a minute—a while,” she shrieked. “I get tested regularly if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I ain’t want to offend you. Everything that looks clean, doesn’t alwaysbe. I’m very particular about what I put in mymouth. This pussy look too good to be infected with anything or stankin’.”
She giggled, causing her pussy to contract around my fingers. She was tight as fuck and fit around my fingers like a glove.
“No, I take care of myself, despite what you heard and the circumstances.”
“Naw, I wouldn’t even put my mouth on you if you looked nasty and I for damn sure wouldn’t be here eating yo food,” I responded.
Silence became a thing. The more I fingered her, the more I noticed a white creamy cast develop around my knuckles.
“Damn, this shit leaking! I swear to God, you got the prettiest pussy,” I grunted.
“Ooooh,” she hissed. “Fuuuuck!”
The further I went, the more her pussy continued to contract around my fingers, but she was also flinching, trying to inch back. I ignored it the first time because her pussy was tight, but something seemed odd.
“You a virgin ain’t it?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“Damn, this pussy ain’t been touched,” I muttered in disbelief.
“I have a sex toy that I use, but I don’t go far enough to break my hymen. Niggas have eaten my pussy, getting off from the urge, but have never tried anything beyond what I’ve allowed them to do,” she uttered through a moan.
“Shit, I never would’ve thought that. I just knew you had a nigga, deep inside of you, busting yo shit down. That’s what I’d be doing if I was your nigga, and if you allowed me to take those heights with you. I’d be eating pussy and ass around the globe, catering to this pretty mothafucka and deep in your guts, pounding the bottom of that pussy. Ain’t no fuckin’ way, mane… ain’t no way. I don’t want you to waste that sweet ass cum onmy fingers either. I want it in my mouth every time.” I removed my fingers from her pussy. The sound resembled a suction cup. In front of her, I did the sniff test. The offensive expression on her face didn’t brush past me. I sniffed again, with her cream resembling 2% milk, dripping down my wrist. “Pussy don’t even stink,” I spat in disbelief again. Synthia was full of surprises tonight.
“Did you think it did?” she gasped, preparing to close her legs shut.
“Naw,” Placing my hand on her knee, I gaped them back open. “Don’t trip. I just ain’t used to no shit like this.”
“Stop comparing us,” she spat, with an attitude.
“I’m not,” I argued in a monotone voice. “Just bless this pussy on my tongue. We sittin’ here doin’ all this damn talkin’ and this pretty ass pussy winking at me.”
Before craning my neck to feast on her pussy, I sucked my fingers dry. Greedily licking her juices between my fingers like I was eating pudding, lapping my tongue in between each finger, and whatever swarmed down my wrist. My nose smashed into her pussy. I inhaled her sweet scent again and again. She lacked any tangy flavor. Her taste was like purified water. Sticking my tongue out, I licked her bud over and over, sending her over the top, reaching her peak. Her dainty fingers toyed with my waves. When her hips started rolling against my tongue and her head flung back, I knew I had her where I wanted her.
“Ooooooh fuuuuck,” she moaned. “You eating this pussy so good!”
Licking and slurping her pussy with passion, I had a mission to accomplish, and I was hungry. This was a favor for a fucking favor.
“I’ll be back for seconds with how good you taste,” I grunted, momentarily pausing to glance up at her.
Her legs were still gaped open, with her juicy ass booty dangling off the edge of the couch. I flicked my tongue back and forth across her clit, lapping and swallowing her juices, mimicking a thirsty ass dog. Her pussy was my nutrient.
