Spiced Rum & Cranberry Juice.

Spiced rum and cranberry are all I can say. After having half the bottle, Q rests her head in my lap. She can feel my bulge through the tracksuit, no jeans. I am not here to play games tonight.

She rubs her cheek along it then starts to stroke it, her nails first, then the palm of her hand. I grab her hair while she pulls it out & starts to lick the head, slurping and moaning.

With the juice flowing through the both of us, the feeling & moment is different. I let Q go on for a bit, then take control, "no way you can eat, and I can't", I tell her. Then, sitting on the sofa, I lay her on the floor, taking off all her clothes piece by piece.

"I need to feel your skin against mine." I push her legs up to her breast as I go straight for the kill. My wide mouth covers her, using my tongue to lift her hood up to expose her clit, I begin to roll it in my mouth. She grabs for something, I suck hard, she flinches; her body is slumped & she is in her own zone.

I can see & feel it. Hands reach my head as she guides me to her spot, and I stay there, scratching at my scalp. Lick, suck, rotate & slurp REPEAT. Finally, I am waved, so I am in devour mode. It has been ages & I am swallowing her soul tonight.

I spit on it twice, F*CK, she says. I sit on my knees & slap it on her p*$sy; she is out of control wet, the sound of juice connecting on my wood. I slide in a while, grabbing both her feet in each hand spread wide while I am squatting & feeding her slowly as I stretch her.

I have made up my mind. I am beating it up tonight, pushing her legs wide while leaning in so I can kiss her. "You are dangerous," she tells me as I beat and stroke hard. Her u$$y hug is severe and tries to force me out.

I lean to the side in the squat, so she feels me differently, she mutters something, but it is in tongues repeatedly. I fasten the stroke & beat it, then slow it back down.

Her moans are loud, and the window is half-open; her body slides along the floor from my force. ©