Worship My Pussy | A New Years Eve Memory

“Get down on your knees & worship my pussy.”

 

I didn’t know who this guy was, but he had incredibly full lips and I wanted to kiss him. It was New Year’s Eve, I’d had a few too many drinks, and my friends had scattered to find someone to kiss when the ball dropped. Of course, I wanted the same. Little did I know that my quest for a kiss would end with a man worshipping my pussy.

I’m not gonna lie, I was turned up and needed to have this strange man fuck me good and hard. Unfortunately, when groping around for his cock, I didn’t find much between his legs. Tsk, that was too bad. What was I going to do? I was in need and needed the D!

He took my hands and put them at my sides.

“Tell me what you want,” he asked.

It took me no time to tell him exactly what I craved, “Get down on your knees and worship my pussy.”

He looked around to see if anyone would take notice of us, thankfully we had a curtain hiding us in the dark. His full, sexy lips kissed down my hot, needy body. Fuck, I was desperate for those lips!

My hips bucked as his face came in line with my crotch. Then, his hands found their way under my skirt to my panties. Within moments, his lips were wrapped around my throbbing clit. It took everything in me to not cry out loud. His tongue felt like magic as it teased at the hood of my clit.

This man clearly knew how to worship my pussy!

My fingers weaved through his hair and I ground my hips into his face. As quickly as the pussy licking started, it ended. Of course, I was curious as to why. Thankfully he put me at ease, and said, “Why don’t we go back to my place, I want to worship you properly. Your pussy is perfection!”

I don’t know a single woman in my shoes that would have said anything but an enthusiastic yes! We took a taxi back to his place, which was surprisingly nice. “See, when you have a small cock like I do, you focus on other things, like having a great job, and knowing how to worship pussy.” That made perfect sense.

We fell into his bed and made out. Mmm, this man’s fingers were just as skilled as his mouth. It felt like he brought me to the brink a hundred times. Who the fuck was I? I actually thought about begging this small dicked man to let me cum! It’s like he knew I was ready, his lips were pulling and tugging at my clit. His tongue felt like a tornado whirling around me over and over again. Just like that, I was cumming all over his mouth and face. Anytime I need someone to worship my pussy, I see if he can help me out.

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