Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

Her Hands, My Mouth

I didn’t sleep that night.

Not after last time — not after I came all over Katherine’s tits and she told me I was a good boy. My body still ached, still burned with want, still needed her in ways I barely understood.

The next day felt like a fog, but when her text came — “You free? I want to show you something. But it’s hands-on.” — I dropped everything.

I was at her door in minutes.

She opened it wearing just a tight white tank top that clung to her curves like a second skin, no bra underneath, nipples hard and tempting. Her shorts were tiny — barely covering the curve of her thick ass. Her hair was up in a messy bun, strands falling over those pretty eyes that held so much promise… and trouble.

She smiled, a slow, wicked smile that made my blood rush.

“Tommy,” she purred, “you came fast last time. I’m gonna teach you how to make me come even faster.”

I swallowed hard and followed her inside.

The bedroom was the same, but everything felt different — more charged. She turned to face me, hands on hips, legs spread a little wider, daring me to look.

“Tonight,” she said, voice low and heavy with promise, “you’re going to touch me like you mean it.”

Her eyes locked on mine. “No holding back. No hesitation.”

I nodded, my heart pounding.

She reached up and slid my hands under her tank top, warm skin trembling beneath my fingers.

“Feel that? My stomach is soft. My skin is yours.”

I let my hands roam slowly, cupping her breasts over the thin fabric. Her breath hitched.

“Good,” she whispered. “Now, slowly.”

She pulled her shorts down — no panties — and climbed onto the bed, legs wide and inviting.

Her pussy was dripping, wet and swollen, the folds thick and glistening.

“Come here,” she ordered.

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I knelt between her legs, nerves trembling but my cock already heavy and hard.

She parted her slick folds for me, guiding my fingers inside her.

“Feel that?” she said. “That’s my pussy, waiting for you.”

I rubbed slowly, just above her clit, feeling her warmth and wetness flood my skin.

Her hips moved, grinding against my hand.

“Harder, baby,” she demanded. “Press. Stroke. Make me beg.”

I obeyed, curling my fingers inside her, flicking her clit with my thumb.

She moaned, loud and wild, biting her lip.

“Fuck, Tommy — you’re making me crazy. Don’t stop. Lick me, suck me, touch me like you own me.”

She pulled my hair, tugging me closer.

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I leaned down, lips brushing her inner thigh before moving to her pussy.

I flicked my tongue over her swollen lips, teasing her clit with soft licks and harder sucks.

She gasped and bucked, grinding down on my face.

“Oh god, baby — yes — that’s it — don’t stop — lick me — suck me — I’m gonna cum—fuck—yes—YES!”

Her hands grabbed my hair, pulling me deeper, her pussy tightening around my tongue and fingers.

She screamed my name, quaking with pleasure as she came hard.

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When she finally relaxed, she pulled me up to kiss me — slow, wet, dirty.

“You’re learning fast,” she said, eyes dark with heat.

Her hands slid down to my cock, pulling it free.

“Now it’s your turn.”

She pressed her tits together beneath it, stroking me slow.

“Show me how much you want it.”

I groaned, gripping the bed.

She smirked.

“Cum on these tits, baby. Make a mess.”

I exploded, thick ropes of cum coating her skin.

She moaned, licking her lips.

“Good boy,” she whispered. “That’s how you learn.”

She stood, cum dripping down her chest.

“And when I finally let you fuck me? You better be ready to ruin me.”