บท 642: Let Me Take Care of You, Darling Pt. 02
byyuuum99©
Our apartment was filled with the sounds of feminine moans, as the late-evening sun still shone through the window of my sister's bedroom. I sat on my knees, both hands on the floor in front of me, with my head deep between my sister's thighs. Jessica was moaning her teeth as he held my hair tightly, and pressed my face into her dripping womanhood.
"Such a good boy..."
She sighed out with a husky voice, which only encouraged me to drive up the pace, as I used the entire width of my tongue to lick across her entire pussy-lips. My eyes were closed during this, and my only sensations were that of the wetness quickly covering my face, her pleasured sounds, and her hand tightening its grip on my hair.
"Deeper..."
She sighed out, and I obeyed, thinning my tongue to an arrow-shaped and driving it as deep as I could into her. I could taste her sweet juices so clearly, as she began to arch her back, and her moan turned into almost silent stammering as she closed in on her orgasm. A few moments more of dutiful work, with me wildly moving my tongue inside her in every way I could, I sensed how her entire body almost seemed to collapse, and she began giving out deep, heavy breaths. I slowed my pace and began lightly teasing her pussy with my tongue, letting her calm down for the high. Her grip on my hair lightened, and she began to caress it instead.
"Ah, that felt so amazing. You've gotten so good at this."
I leaned back a bit and opened my eyes, to see my sister sitting in an almost dazed state, looking down on me with the happiest of eyes.
"Learning is easy when the exercise is fun."
I simply said, making her giggle. Then, she took a hold on the collar of my shirt, and pulled me up, onto the bed, onto her. I suddenly began holding my breath, as my already excited cock became rigid as a rock in my pants. I placed both my hands beside either side of her head, as I tentatively climbed up her body. Her hands slid under my shirt, and up my belly, then up to my chest. She stroked my chest, my back, and even scraped her long nails along my body. The pain made groan and filled me with an energy I needed to get out. I dived into her, buried my mouth in her neck and pushed my crotch into hers, excitedly pushing into her out of pure passion. She gave out a playful yelp and bit her lip. I could her hear her heavy breaths in my ear, as I kissed and licked her beautiful neck. I felt her hands travel along my waist, to the front of my chest. Then, she said:
"Not yet, darling."
And pushed. I blinked, surprised at her sudden denial, looking like a disappointed puppy. My cock still pushed against her vulnerable sex, though blocked by my damned pants and underwear.
"Aaw, don't look like that. Don't you know good things come to those who wait?"
She said, teasing me with pouting lips while playing stroking across her still covered up breasts. I just let out a pathetic, almost whining noise that made her laugh. She laid her hands on my cheeks, still biting her lip.
"You've been such a good boy. Now wait like a good boy, won't you?"
With that, she pushed me aside and stood up, her skirt falling over her gender, though the contours of her large butt still showed. I really wanted to bend her over and shove my cock so deep inside her... But, I didn't. She had said no, so no it was. I swallowed as Jessica looked into her large mirror and began fixing with her hair. I stood almost paralyzed, still staring at her figure, dreaming about continuing. She put her almost-fallen-out boobs back into her bra and took a step back as if to see if she looked somewhat respectable.
"You do like my neck, don't you?"
She said, craning her neck to inspect one of the many hickeys I had given her in the recent short time since we had begun our illicit relationship. A breathy:
"Yeah..."
Was all I could muster. She looked back at me with a smirk.
"You like all of me, don't you?"
"Yeah."
I said again, looking up hopefully into her eyes. She came up to me, laid a hand on my shoulder and the other on my waist, as she put one of her thick legs around my side. She looked down into my eyes.
"Well, if you like my body soooo much..."
I swallowed again.
"Then you'll think it's worth waiting for until after dinner, right?"
She said, immediately stepping back, again leaving me aghast. She simply walked out of the room, though she did seem to make sure to wave her hips extra much with each step.
"I'll make dinner. It'll be ready in a min or so."
She shouted out from the kitchen, as I was already heading for my room.
"Oh, and don't you dare jerk off!"
She added, just as I was about to sit down in my chair. Instead, I slumped into it. My cock was still hard, so very fucking hard. And now I couldn't even touch it. I groaned, as I sat up and tried to think about something else... Which proved very hard. I had learned in recent times that Jessica was very cruel during sex. She just LOVED getting me to the edge, right as my cock was about to burst, and then she would just stop. Sometimes she'd continue pleasing me in ways that weren't enough. Sometimes she'd just cruelly wait until my cock stopped throbbing.
It had been a little over a week since that fateful night when we had sex for the first time. After the fateful night, I had woken up to her lying on my chest, both of us still naked, with her naked body pressing against mine, while biting my neck. I moaned, my morning wood already hard, and poking into her belly. She made me plead and beg her, while pressing her womanhood against my cock, just enough for my head to slightly part her lips, and for me to feel her juices, but not nearly enough for any release. She made me beg her until she finally began kissing down my body, until she reached my cock. Within just a few minutes, she had me incomprehensibly groaning, as I shoot out my thick load into her awaiting mouth. She swallowed every drop.
Since then, my sister and I had had sex every single day. I had quickly grown accustomed to the feeling of her mouth and pussy, the feeling of shooting my load deep into her while she moaned heavily into my ear. And I had also grown accustomed to the feeling of being denied an orgasm, or the feeling of bowing down and servicing her. As I thought of those things, my cock seemed to spasm, as if the thought alone would be enough. But I could not cum. She'd be disappointed in me if I did before she got to finish, and I'd hate to do that.
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The sofa creaked loudly every time my sister's womanhood and ass went all the way down my cock. Our eyes were sternly looking at one another, as both of our faces twisted in pleasure. Her mouth was open, letting the room be filled with her moans, while I bit my lip, a bit too embarrassed to show how good it felt. I'm sure she knew anyways though, for my whole body twisted and writhed in pleasure under her with each stroke of her full hips. Her hands were holding my wrists, and pressing me down into the fabric of the sofa. Maybe I could free myself from her, but it was fine. I liked to give her power. And it honestly felt good to want to move my limbs, but not being able to. Made the pleasure feel so much more intense when I couldn't get an outlet for the energy she filled my body with.
"Oh god baby, you're so biiiig."
She moaned out, and I swallowed. I was close. I could feel the heat in my balls, into my cock. I was throbbing. I let out a desperate moan and pressed my hips into her as my cock exploded. My mouth opened in silent ecstasy as I shot my seed into her. My sister smiled in pure content as she felt my essence fill her up. We sat silent for a long while, simply breathing heavily as we felt the intense pleasure slowly run out of our bodies, and be replaced with calmness. Jessica let go of my hands, though I left them where they lie and went down to kiss me. I kissed her back, as he trailed a hand along my waist. My cum slowly began to trickle down my softening rod, as we began to dance around each other's tongues with our own.
After some time, she separated us and sat up with a deep sigh. She was sweaty, her hair all in a mess, and had an expression on her face as if she was now completely lost. Other than that, she looked pretty presentable. She hadn't taken out her breasts - To my disappointment - and she had simply taken off her panties but let the skirt remain on. I was sure I looked the same. I sat up, and let straightened my shirt, and pulled up my pants that had been pulled down to my knees, then looked at her expectantly.
"That was so good."
She finally said and looked at me with a bright smile.
"I can't believe my brother hid this cock from his sister for so long! How selfish."
She joked with a mischevious smile, as I felt a heat in my cheeks.
"I'm sorry, had you liked it more if I walked up and whipped it out for you?"
She giggled.
"Oh, regardless of your size, we both know you don't have the balls to do something like that."
She teased again, but for some reason that hit a bit too close to home. I swallowed.
"Yeah... I know."
We were silent for a while, then I suddenly felt her hands wrap around my head. She half-stood up on a knee and pressed my head into her chest.
"Don't look so down, darling."
I couldn't help but smile like an idiot at her affection. I laid a limp hand on her waist as my only way of repaying the hug.
"I love you, okay? I love you as you are."
I nodded.
"I know, Jessica. I love you too."
She held on for a second more, then separated.
"We should probably finish our food."
She said. I looked to the side, to our sofa-table where our plates of tenderloins and fried vegetables still laid half-eaten and drenched in oil and spices. It had been delicious. And, I had helped a little bit. I had fried the cucumbers, carrots, and kale... With Jessica's constant instruction, to be fair.
"Yeah, we probably should... And we would've already if somebody didn't get impatient."
She glared at me.
"Not my fault you're so cute. Besides, I know you liked it, darling."
I flushed again. I did not want to admit that I did, even though it was so obvious. She just giggled again and began eating again. That reminded me though, that this last week had been so nice. It wasn't just the sex, but me and my sister's relationship in general. We were so much more... I don't know, close. We cooked food together, I helped her pick out her outfit sometimes, and even though we still had separate rooms and beds, we almost always slept together in hers during the nights. I did love this, I sort of realized then.
"By the way, did you get moms message?"
"No?"
"Okay. Well, we're going to them for Thanksgiving this Weekend."
I stopped.
"Wait, that's in a few days."
"Yup."
"And we don't have a car. How are we supposed to get down there?"
"You tell me."
I sighed out. We were silent for a while longer, then she said.
"I think I have it all figured out. It'll just be a long bus trip. It won't be so bad."
"That'll work?"
"I already looked at all the routes. It'll work out decently well. No need to worry, big sis has it covered."
She smiled at me again, and I felt relief. She was so much more mature and responsible than me, I would've been way too panicked to reach any sort of solution to the problem. Though, I was still a bit confused.
"But why would they invite us over? Don't they usually pick us up?"
Jessica took a deep breath, to my surprise, and delayed a moment with her response. Then she said:
"Because they invited Rick too. And they know that he has a car."
I scrunched my brow.
"Haven't you told them?"
"No."
"Well, maybe you should? So we can arrange a pick-up?"
"No."
She flatly said with a stern voice. That silenced me. I swallowed and went back to my food.
"It's just that mom will be such a... Mom about it."
I was quiet. I didn't want to be too invasive about it, she had just made it clear that it was a topic she wasn't super thrilled about. And I didn't want to make her angry at me. But, finally, I tentatively said:
"They liked Rick, didn't they?"
Our parents had met Rick once, last Christmas. They had meshed pretty well, my dad especially since they were both huge football fans of the same team. I had just sitten next to them, completely lost in their conversation about quarterbacks and coaches and whatever.
"They didn't like him, they liked that he was doing good in school."
She shook her head.
"You should've heard mom talk to me about him. She just kept blabbering on about how it'd be great to be married to a lawyer, and how Rick would provide so well for us both."
"Sucks that he was a dick."
I said, without looking at her. For some reason, I felt a tinge of guilt again. The reason they had broken up was that he wanted me to move out. I was glad that Jessica had chosen me, but what if I hadn't been there, and I hadn't forced her to choose? Maybe she would be happily married to a rich lawyer. Now, she was with me... Who was not a lawyer, nor was ever going to be one?
"No, it's fine, actually."
She suddenly laid her head against my shoulder.
"I think I like you more."
I was paralyzed. She giggled again and pecked my cheek.
"And you're much cuter than him."
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It was a cold morning when I and Jessica sat at the bus stop. A drizzle rained down upon us from the sky as we sat in silence, a few inches apart. It was rather cold, and even Jessica had been forced to forgo her love of Skirts and dresses for a pair of jeans and a sweater. I would've liked to have been seated closer to her, maybe even wrap my arm around her or maybe lean against her, but we were in public. It was a pretty small town, and enough people knew us for it to be very inappropriate to be physical. We kept eyeing each other up, we kept trying to come up with something to say, but nothing came to us. It was just awkard. I realized that this was the first time we were both in public together since we had begun our relationship. It was always one of us alone out to buy stuff, or whatever. We hadn't gone out on any dates yet. I wasn't even sure if that was such a good idea.
"How long is the fare going to be?"
I said while trying to look away to be disinterested. My attempts probably just looked silly. I knew because she was doing the same thing, which looked silly to me.
"So many hours I don't want to count them."
We were silent for a while.
"I hate buses."
She then said with a deep sigh.
"They take so long. A one hour trip becomes a three-hour trip because they drive like snails and stop every other second. And the people."
She said, while exasperatedly rolling her eyes.
"Yeah... Screw people."
I agreed. She gave a short laugh, but afterward, we sat in awkard silence again. We slowly began to tentatively talk, as if just conversing was suddenly dirty, as if just us talking would somehow reveal our new relationship to the world and indite us as dirty. The worst part was that we were completely alone at the station. I was quickly becoming worried over how the fuck we would handle this in front of our parents but didn't raise the issue. I didn't want to panic Jessica... Though she probably had already thought of it too. Instead, we talked about the new audio-book she had gotten on her phone. She was pretty vague on what it was about, but something to do with romance in the 1800-hundreds. Probably something sappy that I would rather die than listen to. We didn't get to anything else before the bus eventually rolled on by to pick up us. Once on, my sister quickly guided us to the back.
"I refuse to sit surrounded by a bunch of nosy people."
She simply said, and I silently agreed. I wasn't sure if it was the anxiety we felt about our new relationship or what, but she seemed a lot more nervous than normal. Was actually sort of worrying for me too. Like she was rubbing off on me. As per usual, I didn't say anything. I just sat by the window and looked out as we both went on to do our respective thing. She listened to her audiobook, and I watched back on one of my seminars in preparation for an upcoming test.
It was honestly rather dull. Though I enjoyed IT and wanted to further study it, my teacher was a bit of a boor. He wasn't that old, and he was actually pretty good at computers in general, but I always got the sense that he didn't actually care much about the subject, and just got assigned as the IT professor for the beginner classes because they didn't have anyone else who knew anything about computers, and didn't want to spend the extra money on somebody just for a beginner class. Those were the rumors at least, and it wouldn't at all have surprised me if that was the case. I honestly couldn't wait until I got to learn some more in-depth stuff. Specifically, I wanted to learn all about coding and programming.
I suddenly felt something on my shoulder. I looked over to see Jessica leaning her head onto me, her earbuds still in. Her eyes were closed, and she had a faint smile on her lips but didn't say anything. I was surprised at first but found I liked having her be so intimate. More time passed by. We had since long left the town at that point, and were now on a trip through a boring - Though somewhat pretty, what if the colorful leaves and such - forest to the next town over. The bus was fortunately pretty empty. An older lady that was sleeping in her seat, and a man that looked as if he wanted to sleep but had to stay awake for work or something. Poor fellow, for some not even the holidays were days off.
I sensed my sister move around a bit. I didn't look, because I just assumed she shifted a bit in her seat. Then, I felt her soft lips upon my neck. I had to swallow a sharp yelp, as well as prevent the instinct to jab a sharp elbow into my sister's belly. Instead, I just froze and held my breath as I felt her lay a hand on my leg while gently kissing my neck. Her eyes were still closed, and her ear-pods were still in. I slowly began breathing again, as she licked my skin slowly, as if every inch of me was delicious, then took a relatively soft, but still firm, hold of my neck with her teeth. I shuddered as she sawed my skin between her teeth, just rough enough to be tingling, but not so hard it hurt. She knew the perfect way to walk the tight-rope between pain and pleasure.
I looked out over the bus. I prayed that nobody was looking, and that seemed to be the case. The woman was still sleeping, the guy still wanted to die, and the bus driver was intently focused on the road. Still, this was extremely dangerous. One glance in the rear-view mirror and the driver would see my sister nibbling on her little brother's neck.
"Jessica!"
I hushed at her, trying to repress the pleasure in my voice, and pronounce the urgency. I'm not sure I did such a good job. Especially since she didn't even respond. Her hand moved from my leg to my chest, as she began stroking my belly and chest, though thankfully she did so over my shirt. I swallowed, as I became aware of my cock beginning to grow in my pants. With my eyes focused on the driver, afraid that at any moment he could turn around, I felt my penis beginning to strain against my pants, as my sister began to mark me with her little hickeys, as she moved her hand to my nipples. She loved them, loved stroking, pinching, suckling, even biting them. She probably did it more often than I did it to her. It felt strange, with me being the guy and all, but I couldn't deny that I loved the sensation of her touching them. Tough, in this specific circumstance, I also kind of hated it.
Then, she stopped. I didn't know if I should've been relieved, or if I wanted to ask her for more. I decided for the former, as Jessica sat up straight and removed her earbuds as if nothing had happened. I look at her as she peered around the bus. At first, I thought she had come to her senses and was afraid that they had been spotted. But no.
"Ah, as I thought. We're arriving soon."
With that, she yawned and stretched her whole spine and arms. I still looked at her confused.
"Oh gosh, I'm sorry. I think I fell asleep."
She simply stated, as if there was nothing weird about it.
"Asleep?"
I asked, to which she turned to me with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes.
"What, you don't believe me?"
I just stared at her for a moment, before slowly nodding.
"No, of course, I do. Whatever you say, Jessica."
She had one of the most confident looks I had ever seen her had, as she stood up from her seat just as the bus was slowing in for its stop. I was presented with a clear view of her butt, which was outlined by her tight jeans. I wanted to rip them apart and eat out her wonderful pussy, tasting her sweet, sweet nectar upon my tongue. But, of course, we couldn't. So instead I stood up to spare my self of the view, just as the bus jolted for its final, sharp stop.
While my sister had been smart enough to hold onto one of the seats to steady herself, I had not. So I have flung forward a step, into her, with my crotch into her butt. She gave out a yelp but quickly recovered.
"Oh, really?"
She gave me a coy look before she met my advance - As involuntary as it was - by pushing herself into my still rigid cock. I swallowed, as I restrained a moan when she ground herself against me.
"You're mean."
I managed. She giggled.
"Everybody likes a mean bitch now and again."
And with that, she straightened, and walked forward again, as if nothing had happened. I followed, desperately hoping that nobody would notice the tent in my pants. How she could be so poised and always walk away from sex as if it was nothing amazed me.
The wait for the next bus was blissfully short, only about five minutes. I had to stand there, painfully aware of my erection poking against my pants, surrounded by a fair bit of people as Jessica stood beside, so god damn beautiful and, currently, unattainable. Now and again, she'd throw me a teasing look, which I had to just take.
The next bus we got on was thankfully even emptier than the last one. It was headed far out to the country, and the only passenger other than us was the same old woman who had slept on the previous bus. And once again, we seated at the absolute back of the bus, with me in the inner seat again. Immediately, my thoughts jumped back to the previous bus, and how it had felt when my sister kissed my neck. I had now decided that I wanted her to do it again, despite there being witnesses... Or maybe because of it. A part of me had to admit it was REALLY hot when Jessica took control and left me helpless to stop her, and at any moment I could be discovered. The other, rational part of me said that no, that was a very, very bad idea, and not worth the pleasure. I was having an internal struggle, to say the least.
Desperate to distract myself from said struggle, I decided to try and break the ice.
"So, how's your book?"
"Oh, it's just fine. At first, I thought it was a bit dull to be honest because it was just dragging out forever. But, then just when I was getting bored, it spiced itself up all of a sudden."
I scrunched my brow at her vague statement.
"Spiced? What do you mean?"
She looked at me.
"It's a romance story for ladies. You 'know' what I mean."
I felt myself flushing, as she giggled at my torment again. That had not helped. Though, I was quickly beginning to suspect that whatever I had tried, Jessica would've found a way to turn it into messing with me.
"Well... Do you like it?"
"Mhmm. I do. The guy is pretty cute, but the girl... She's so... I don't know, assertive. I like that."
I swallowed and looked away.
"I can imagine."
I shuddered when I felt a tender hand on my lap.
"Don't tell me you like that stuff too?"
I was silent for a moment, then I turned to Jessica, doing my best to look as stone-faced as possible.
"What's it to you?"
I said, immediately regretting my decision. I don't know why I had suddenly gotten so steadfast. I guess it was the sub-conscious frustration she had put me through that finally bubbled up to the surface. That steadfastness quickly dissolved into worry, as my eyes widened, and I licked my lips.
"My... Aren't we aggressive?"
She bit her lip.
"Or, maybe 'defensive' is more accurate? What do you think?"
I didn't answer her. Her words, her intent stare, it all got to me, I was like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Aaw, darling, don't be so shy. I don't bite..."
She said, as she slid the hand that was on my leg along my waist, over my shoulders, and put the other hand on my leg so that her body was turned to me. She pressed her bosom up against me, giving me a clear view down her partly open shirt. I barely remembered to cast one last glance across the rest of the bus, only to discover that no one even seemed to be aware we were on it. The lady was sleeping, and the driver seemed to want to. And with that, the last of my worry was gone as Jessica leaned in to kiss me.
I could feel her hand rubbing my cock through my jeans, which it was painfully straining against. I laid a hand on her thick thigh while using the other to support myself as Jessica pressed herself against me. After about a minute, she calmed down, and sat back down, though she now gripped my cock through my pants, stroking it with more force.
I looked at her tentatively, and she looked back with steady eyes. She was biting her lip, looking as if she had a lot of fun, while I struggled to contain my frustrated whimpers. This whole thing, it was going to tear me apart. I wanted to see and touch and suck on her beautiful breasts, kiss her neck, lick her womanhood, fuck her womanhood, cum inside her womanhood. I wanted to see her locking her legs around my back as she moaned underneath me. But, of course, I couldn't do that. So, all I wanted now was to cum, so that the lust could go away. But Jessica was denying me that release too.
What she was doing felt good, but not nearly good enough. My legs and hips shook, mostly out of frustrated anticipation. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. Finally, I swallowed and said:
"Please, Jessica."
Her smile broadened.
"I wondered how long it would take. So you want more?"
I nodded.
"Even though we're on a bus? Where anybody could see us immediately?"
I delayed a second. Then nodded again.
"You naughty boy."
While never breaking eye contact, she quickly unzipped my jeans and unbuttoned them. I already felt a bit more free, though I was still restrained by my boxers, which formed a huge tent. Jessica slipped her hand under them and took a solid hold on my cock. She pumped slowly, very slowly, but at least I could feel her soft, tender hand around my penis now. Just that alone made the experience so much better.
Then, she removed them too, leaving my cock now free and public, open to everybody. For some reason, I didn't feel ashamed. I guess because Jessica didn't seem to think this was wrong. As I said, she had a way of 'rubbing off' on me.
She tightened her grip and began jerking me again. My rigid cock was already throbbing, though I didn't feel all that close to my orgasm. It just felt good. She jerked me off for a minute or so, slowly quickening the pace. She was looking at my face almost the entire time as if studying my expressions and waiting for me to lose control and make one.
Then, she moved her hand down my lenght and took hold at the base of my penis. I looked at her confused before she started to move her head downwards, toward my cock.
Instinctively, I gripped her shoulder.
"No, no... Please."
She turned her head to be with a bewildered, almost worried expression.
"That's too much. Not here."
Was all I managed. She was confused for a second longer before she smiled.
"Of course darling."
She sat back up, and moved her hand further down, now to my balls. She cupped them, and played around with them, pressing them together, fondling them, and so on. It felt very good but was also a pause. My cock throbbed again, a few drops of precum leaking out. She smiled, apparently happy with the result. Her other hand moved to the head of my cock and began smearing my precum all over my penis. She gripped it tightly and rotated her palm around it. She stroked lightly with her thumb on the rim of my head, something she just loved to do. It caused a sensation I couldn't describe, it was a sharp, intense form of pleasure.
The minutes passed by where she was giving my cock lots of attention, though in a teasing way. I wondered if she did it naturally, or if she chose to torture me. I could feel the heat building up in my balls and the base of my cock, but I didn't get closer to my orgasm. Again, I muttered:
"Please."
"Aaw, I am mean, aren't I?"
I nodded.
"You're right darling. I should let you finish. Especially since we'll be there in a few minutes."
Her words startled me, and I looked at her with wide-open eyes. I saw no indication on her face that she was lying. I looked to the front of the bus where the next destination was listed. It was our hometown. How in the name of everything holy had time passed by that fast?
I didn't have any time to ponder the issue though, for she took a firm, solid grip on my cock, and began jerking it off for real. Fast, long strokes that seemed to shake my whole body. I looked outside the bus window, and saw buildings I very clearly recognized passing by. I swallowed, happy that no one seemed to be out.
I shuddered, as I felt my orgasm finally building up. But I also saw us getting closer and closer to the bus stop. The minutes passed by so quickly, now that I finally was allowed to cum. I looked at Jessica with pleading eyes, as if she could do anything to speed up the process. She couldn't of course, she was already doing the best thing I had allowed her to do.
The bus began slowly in, as my face tightened. I bit my lip, and then... Exploded.
Jessica put her other hand around the head of my cock, catching the seed as it shot out of me. I shot out one wave, then another, and finally a third, from all the pent up pleasure she had forced me to store. I could feel it getting sticky and wet around my head, as she caught it all in her palm. The bus finally slid to a stop, as I was left a sweaty, tired husk, while Jessica cheerily licked up my seed from her hand.
"Sorry... Sorry, you didn't get off."
I managed. She looked at me with a gleeful smile.
"Oh, trust me. This was just as amazing as an orgasm."
She stood up and reached out her hand to me.
"Now come on, mom and dad are waiting for us outside!"
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