The door creaked softly as I pushed it open just a fraction, my heart pounding in my chest. I wasn't supposed to be here. This was Anna's room—my best friend's sister, the woman I'd been fantasizing about for months, the one whose Instagram photos I'd been jerking off to every night. But I couldn't help myself. I'd heard a faint moan, a sound so soft it could've been my imagination, but curiosity got the better of me.
And there she was.
Anna lay sprawled on her bed, her long, dark hair fanned out around her like a halo. Her legs were spread wide, one hand gripping the sheets while the other worked between her thighs, a bright pink vibrator pressed against her pussy. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and her breath came in short, uneven gasps. She was lost in her own pleasure, completely unaware of me watching her.
Oh god, she's so fucking hot. Her massive tits bounced slightly with every movement of her hand, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Her big ass shifted against the sheets, and I could see the glistening wetness of her pussy as she teased herself. I couldn't look away. My cock strained against my jeans, aching for release. I reached down to adjust myself, but the movement must've caught her attention.
Her eyes snapped open, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. Her hand froze, the vibrator still pressed against her clit. I expected her to scream, to call me a pervert, to throw something at me. But instead, a slow, seductive smile spread across her face.
"Well, well," she purred, her voice low and husky. "Looks like someone's been a naughty boy."
My face burned with embarrassment, but I couldn't bring myself to move. She sat up slowly, her eyes never leaving mine, and set the vibrator aside. I could still see the slickness between her thighs, and the sight made my mouth water.
"Come here," she said, patting the bed beside her. "And lock the door."
I hesitated for only a second before stepping into the room and closing the door behind me. The click of the lock echoed in the silence, and my heart raced as I approached her. She was even more stunning up close, her body radiating heat and arousal.
"I've seen the way you look at me," she said, her voice dripping with confidence. "You've been jerking off to my pictures, haven't you?"
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "Y-yes," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
She grinned, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Good. Because I need you to do something for me." She leaned back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. "I'm so fucking horny, and I need you to eat my pussy. Right now."
My cock throbbed at her words, and I didn't hesitate. I dropped to my knees between her legs, my hands trembling as I gripped her thighs. Her pussy was right there, inches from my face, and the scent of her arousal hit me like a punch to the gut. She was so wet, her folds glistening with her desire, and I couldn't wait any longer.
I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste her. She gasped as I licked a slow, deliberate stripe up her slit, her hips bucking slightly. Her taste was sweet and tangy, and I couldn't get enough. I buried my face between her legs, my tongue working eagerly against her clit.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Just like that. Eat me out, baby."
I obeyed, my tongue exploring every inch of her pussy. I flicked her clit, circled it, sucked it into my mouth, and her moans grew louder, more desperate. Her thighs clenched around my head, trapping me in place, and I could feel her body trembling with pleasure.
One of her hands left my hair, and I felt her fingers brush against the bulge in my jeans. I groaned into her pussy, my hips thrusting involuntarily. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my cock out, stroking it slowly as I continued to eat her out.
"You like that, don't you?" she purred, her thumb rubbing the sensitive head of my cock. "You love eating my pussy while I touch your dick."
I moaned in response, my tongue working faster against her clit. She was so fucking wet, her juices dripping down my chin, and her moans were driving me wild. I could feel her getting closer to the edge, her body tensing beneath me.
"That's it," she breathed, her hand stroking me faster. "Make me cum, baby. I want to feel your tongue on my pussy when I do."
I doubled down, my tongue flicking rapidly against her clit while I slid a finger inside her. She cried out, her back arching off the bed, and I could feel her walls clenching around my finger. Her hand tightened on my cock, and I knew she was close.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," she gasped, her hips grinding against my face. "Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop."
I didn't. I licked and sucked her clit relentlessly, my finger thrusting in and out of her pussy. Her moans turned into screams as she came, her body convulsing with pleasure. Her juices flooded my mouth, and I drank her in, savoring every drop.
She was still trembling with aftershocks when her hand started moving on my cock again, stroking me faster and harder. I groaned, my hips thrusting into her hand, and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.
"Cum for me, baby," she whispered, her voice sultry and commanding. "I want to feel you explode."
Her words pushed me over the edge, and I came with a loud groan, my cock pulsing in her hand as I shot my load all over her fingers. She didn't stop stroking me until I was completely spent, my body limp and shaking.
She grinned down at me, her eyes dark with satisfaction. "Good boy," she purred, leaning down to kiss me. Her lips were soft and demanding, and I could taste her pussy on my tongue. "But we're not done yet."
Her hand reached back down between my legs. "You want more, don't you?"