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(One Small Problem, continued...)
Passionately, you and Ash kiss and caress one another. You have fantasised about having her hands all over your skin, and the reality is more than living up to the fantasy.
Slowly, you manoeuvre her to the sofa, and you sink down, causing her to follow you. You create a break in the kissing, and find Ash breathing heavily.
“So,” you ask archly, “am I not much more deserving of your attention than pineapple on pizza?”
To your great annoyance, Ash actually hesitates. “I guess…” she says.
“Oh that’s quite enough out of you,” you say, “you’re going to have to work doubly hard to make it up to me now…”
You take Ash’s head in your hands and you guide it downward to your waiting crotch. Ash takes the hint and pulls down your boxers. Your bulging cock bursts free, stirred to erection by Ash’s touch and kisses. Ash proceeds to wrap her mouth around your throbbing pole, which stiffens to its fullest extent. She almost gags as she tries to take it all in. Her mouth is warm and moist, and her tongue massages your shaft.
You let out a gentle moan as it feels so good to be orally pleasured by Ash. She makes a mumbling sound, but you “ssh” her. “It’s rude to talk with your mouth full,” you remind her, and besides this way you don’t have to hear anything at all about pineapple on pizza.
Driven by her own desires, and desperate to please you, Ash skilfully stimulates you with lips and tongue and you feel yourself swelling to the point of orgasm.
Ash senses it too and moves to pull away. You grab her hair and hold her head in place. Her eyes widen.
“Oh no you don’t,” you say, “This is what you get for liking pineapple on pizza. You get it all — and you’ll like it.”
Unable to pull away, Ash yields to her fate and finishes you off. You explode with pleasure which washes over you and through you. A wave of warmth and a rippling aftershock. You moan and gasp as it takes you.
As it subsides, you let Ash go. “Very good…” you say, breathlessly, “you were very good…”
Ash wipes her mouth clean and looks a little abashed. “That was better than pineapple on pizza,” she admits, shyly.
“I knew it,” you reply, triumphantly, “and for coming to see the truth, you can have your reward.”
“Reward?” asks Ash, puzzled.
You rise from where you are reclined, and position Ash to take your place. Her eyes widen as you gain access to her panties and proceed to pull them down — before returning the favor.
The End
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