He was now only just a small bit outside of me, and I slightly pushed my hips forward, telling him I wanted it so badly. I opened my eyes as he pushed...the slight bit he needed to until he was completely buried inside of me for the second time. He paused for a brief moment, before he started to pull back out. "No, stay there, please. Just for a second longer..." I quietly said. I grabbed his shoulders and I took in a deep breath. A huge shiver went through my body with that breath, and my pussy. “Eat me! Eat me!” you screamed, your hands on my head pulling me into your pussy. Your words forced me to move your thong aside, my tongue now licking your wet swollen pussy lips, your ass lifting off the couch trying to fuck my tongue. “Oh, that feels so good,” you moaned, twisting my hair in your fingers, pulling my mouth harder against your pussy, my tongue darting deeper, fucking you, wanting to devour you. I then moved my tongue to your clit causing you to jolt, “Oh my god, I can’t stand. The wind seemed to fight me, to tell me that I’d done well, & should not be punishing myself… but I didn’t listen. Shielding the lighter with my hand, I took a long pull on the cigarette. The smoke seared my throat a little… & felt like poison as I exhaled. A small portion of death, less drastic than taking it all at once, yet somehow soothing at the same time. It reminded me also of other things… of former lovers who’d smoked, it was a little comforting to have that connection, even if it were. She wanted him to get in? Bird was stupefied. Why would she want that? The only reason he could think of was that she wanted to yell at him in the privacy of her car – and then call the cops. Gingerly, as if he were afraid that that it might fall off if he pulled too hard, Bird eased the door open the rest of the way, slipped into the passenger seat and pulled the door closed behind him. He tried to do it gently but it still shut with what sounded to him like an ominous thud. The car was a.