Aymie wasn't sure she'd ever blushed so much in her life, or so deeply. Mr. Davis would not stop kissing her and she would not stop letting him, even though far too much time had passed since they'd escaped the throng of the party and found their secret little corner of the house. The man had just made her cum, and it was one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had in her life, and yet she felt herself melting into his touch and his kiss all over again, her body hungry for more and more. Would she ever have enough?
He was an expert with his mouth. It was like he knew the exact way to kiss her to leave her gasping, the perfect places to put his hands to make her burn, and the right noises to make to cause that ache in her pussy to deepen and spread. She wanted him again, right here, right now. Damn the time passed. She wanted everything.
Aymie had been pinned to the wall by his body all this time, coiled around him like ivy but she unwrapped herself, took hold of his shoulders, and spun them. Mr. Davis broke the kiss and lifted a brow at her, letting himself be pushed and maneuvered with a playful and amused expression on his face. She pressed herself against him, leaning in to kiss him again but he placed two fingers on her lips, stopping her.
"We should probably get back to the party, hmm?"
Aymie shook her head, took hold of his hand, and slipped those two fingers past her lips and into her mouth, sucking on them. She slid her tongue along the digits, coating them in saliva before sucking them clean and popping them out of her mouth. Mr. Davis watched her with that entertained expression before his eyes widened a bit and he adopted a more hungered look. He tilted his head and his mouth dropped open a bit and, once she released his fingers, he moved to pull her in for another deep, passionate kiss but she stopped him this time, planting a hand on his chest and sliding down to her knees in front of him.
"Not until I've had a taste," she growled, reaching for the leather belt that held his slacks up.
He moved his hands in to stop her again, but she refused to allow it. She unbuckled his belt and began on the button and zipper of his pants, sliding them down slowly. He was so hard, and it was so inviting and Aymie would be damned if she didn't take a taste of him. Just one taste, then she'd go back to the party.
"Aymie...we've already been up here too long," he said, but his hand moved to the back of her head as if to guide her in.
She looked up at him with a smirk. "I know."
She pressed her mouth to the bulge in his boxer-briefs, teasing him and stimulating him atop the fabric. Mr. Davis's head rolled backwards at the feel of her lips, and his mouth dropped open. Aymie inhaled through her nose, taking in the smell of him, the scent of his anticipation and arousal and it made her quiver with need. She had to taste him.
She hooked her fingertips into his boxer-briefs and peeled them down, letting them drop and pile around his ankles. His erection bobbed up, now freed from its confines, and hung enticingly in front of her face, a dribble of precum sitting at the tip. Aymie began to salivate.
"Aymie..." he protested, looking down at her and framing the side of her face with his hand.
She heard none of it. She ran her nose up the side of his shaft, inhaling his musky smell, then swallowed as much of his girth as she could take. She felt a swell of accomplishment when she made it three quarters of the way down before he hit the back of her throat and she swirled her tongue against his length, sheathed in her warm, wet mouth. Mr. Davis inhaled sharply at the sensation, his fingers tangling in her hair, and his exhale came as a low, carnal growl as he looked back down at her.
He tasted so good, like sweat and skin and salty tang all at once. She sucked on him slowly, looking up to gaze into his eyes while she pleased him with her eager mouth. His expression was so intensely erotic and his hand guided her back onto his length any time she pulled too far away. He wanted her to continue despite his protests, and it made Aymie hungry for more. He'd been hard since they arrived in this room, but hadn't made a single move to stimulate himself; all of his focus went to her, to pleasing her and making her cum harder than she'd ever cum. Aymie wanted to return the favor.
She didn't consider herself an expert at sucking cock but she'd had enough practice to know a thing or two. Her hands and mouth worked in tandem, stroking and sucking in long, slow movements to ensure she didn't leave a single part untouched, unattended. Precum leaked from the tip of his cock and onto her tongue and she slurped it down eagerly, hungry for more of that taste. If it tasted that good, his cum must taste even better and Aymie had a sudden pressing need to drive him there, and get that flavor in her mouth.
She picked up the pace and stroked him fast, suckling on the tip of his rigid erection, which elicited a gasp from him and a strong tug in her hair. He was breathing heavier, watching her with wide, lustful eyes, and slowly pumping his hips towards her face every time she'd take him in. He reached a hand down and tugged his cock from her lips, holding it up.
"Lick my balls, baby. Don't ignore them," he guided.
He slid his hand around his stiff dick while Aymie bent low and began lapping at them, as instructed, going as far as to suck them lightly into her mouth as well, which earned her another gasp and a moan. He tugged on her hair to pull her back up to his length, holding her a few inches back from it.
"Put your arms behind your back," he told her, positioning himself right at her mouth. "How's your gag reflex?"
Aymie simply opened her mouth as a response. Mr. Davis grinned and guided himself into her mouth, taking hold of the sides of her head and pushing deep, deep to the back of her mouth, then past that curve and into her throat. She gagged immediately, but kept those hands behind her back. He groaned deeply, holding himself there for a long few moments before pulling back and allowing her air.
"Do you trust me?" he asked her, fingertips caressing the side of her face.
