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until I could feel them near my dick, trying to get my jeans
open.
    I swatted Lauren’s hand away with one of my own and shifted
my hips out of her grasp. I squeezed her left tit tightly in my hand until she
let out a little squeal against my mouth.
    “Not yet,” I said in a low growl against her lips.
“I’ll take my dessert first.”
    The look in Laurel’s eyes set me on fire. She smiled,
her lips still red from both her lipstick and my kisses. Without another word I
leaned back on my knees and wrapped my hands around her slender hips, reaching
underneath to cup her perfect ass. I brought my face close to her pussy while
my hands rubbed and enjoyed her flesh. She moaned and wiggled under my touch.
    I yanked Laurel’s panties down over her ass and thighs,
holding back just enough to ensure that the delicate fabric held together. She
was all too happy to help me get them off her ankles. With one last aching kiss,
I pushed her back into the couch before making my way back down to the sweet
prize between her legs. Her folds were neatly manicured, with a tiny tuft of
pale blonde hair that matched the style on her head. I felt my dick throb at
the sight of it; a perfect little marshmallow on top of a sundae. Out of the
corner of my eye I barely noticed the dark ink of a tattoo against her thigh,
but next to the perfection that was her pussy, I didn’t care enough to
investigate further.
    From outside the room in the club, the teen hardcore
band began their set, smashing into a sloppy, old-school cut that rattled the
walls. It was good timing, too. As soon as my mouth lowered onto Laurel’s
gorgeous pussy, she started crying out loud enough that everyone in the bar
would have heard her otherwise. But now her voice saying my name was just part
of the din, and the mixture of hearing the two made me rock hard and eager to
take this beautiful woman completely.
    I lapped at her folds like I was starving, sinking my
tongue inside her before adding two thick fingers along with it. Her hips
bucked against me as they massaged inside her, and when I felt them bottom out
completely, I bent and licked at her sensitive clit with flat, even strokes. Laurel’s
whole body tightened up in pleasure, grasping at the hair on my head, pushing
my face harder against her aching wetness.
    I sucked at her clit until she came hard on my
fingers, her body writhing, pulsing underneath me. Gently I thrust them between
her wet, sensitive, lips a few more times, enjoying the feel of her post-orgasm
trembles. When she was finally still, I slipped my fingers out and cleaned one
off with my mouth.
    The other, I offered to her. Laurel smiled as I leaned
up toward her on the couch, her hair already a mess, eyes and skin glowing. She
took the finger I put to her lips without hesitation and sucked. I groaned as
the sensation raced down to my dick, begging to take its place.
    “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” I said against her
ear, so she could hear me over the music.
    Laurel’s smile was wicked. She pulled my face down
into a ravenous kiss, and ran a hand down my body, squeezing my dick hard
enough to draw a groan from my throat.
    “Why don’t you fuck me and find out?” she said.
    If that wasn’t a solid invitation, I didn’t know what
was. I growled at her to remove her shirt while I stood up and all but tore off
my jeans, finally releasing my diamond-hard cock from the confinement of pants
and boxers. My body mass was put on the old fashioned way—no juicing for me,
and no loss to my virility that went with it. Laurel’s eyes widened as they
devoured the sight of my cock, eight inches long, but thick and solid. I gave
myself a few strokes and watched her lick her lips.
    “Lay back,” I said, gesturing with my hand. “Open up
those sweet legs.”
    Laurel didn’t hesitate. She stretched out her
beautiful body on the black leather couch and dangled one of her legs on the
tall back, beckoning me. Her pussy still glowed with wetness from