Just Some Wild Sex

I expected a shy girl with that angel face. Instead, Jo walked in and started kissing me like she already owned my mouth. One hand slid under my skirt, fingers finding heat and wetness, and before I could catch my breath she dropped to her knees. Her tongue worked fast and filthy—long, wet strokes around my clit, quick flicks right on it, then slower again, building the tension until my legs shook. Every time I tried to slow her she moaned into me and pushed deeper. When I finally came it ripped through me, loud and sudden, and she kept licking right through it, savoring every pulse like she was starving.