But I work just down the street and had nothing else to do, so I thought I would wait outside here for you. I hope you’re not mad.”“Oh, God no,...I’m not mad. In fact, I’m just glad you didn’t stand me up!”She laughed again. I took that as a good sign.“I have to be honest with you, Jasmine, I haven’t been on a real date in a while. I hope I don’t screw it up.”She looked me up and down twice. “I wouldn’t worry about that, sweetie. You’re way too cute. I’m sure there will be a second date. She was an amazing lady, except for the strap-on thing.I blew her several kisses all the while; her lips kept moving around on my pussy lips down there. She also kept her arms wrapped around my legs, so she rightfully kept me tight and continued to up the anty on my slit as well."Oh, fuck, yes, Whitney, you like my twat, don't you? I don't remember the last time you ate me out like this. You're moving that tongue and those lips much faster than normal. Is it because of Morgan? Is your sexy. Morrison was a bit gay. But besides that, only a few minutes after I came in, and right after the first bell, in came the only girl in class with a grade higher than mine. Of course, I feel ashamed and depressed acknowledging it, but Juliette Monroe is the only person with a grade higher than mine. I have a 99%, and she has like a 102%. But come on! The only reason that this happened was because of a stupid mistake I made on a quiz, I care so much about my grades-I’m such a fucking nerd. Back. Your clit is hard, and its tip pokes (barely) through the covering hood. Your scent (I can never get enough of this!) stirs me. I need to consume you, eat you, take you in, but I have to pace myself so that you too burn with desire… I glance at you and notice you’re watching my every move. My tongue stiffens and enters you immediately. I need to taste you NOW! As I enter you, my hands begin to squeeze and massage your tits. I probe your hot, wet cunt with my tongue, lapping the resulting juice.