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Lottie cants her pussy up against his mouth, her heel digging into his back, and she's crying out his name so sweetly it makes his gut twist, his spent dick valiantly twitching against her bed sheets while his tongue laps up her sweet, heady taste. He thinks he could stay down here for as long as she could bear it, wants to show her what he's made of. He's probably going to dream of eating her pussy out with her hoisted up on the tavern's bar, legs spread, hands in his hair, chanting his name for anyone to hear.

She's grasping at him, and he obliges, gives her everything she wants, including a hot grinding twist against her nipple, his lips giving her a punishing suck followed by a soothing lap of his tongue. Then he feels it, right before she gasps. She shakes and shakes and crumbles, pussy pulsing against his mouth, against his tongue when he drags it through her lips. She comes on his face, soaking him, and he groans too, because it's so fucking hot. She is so fucking hot.

He doesn't stop until she's spent, and he has a wide, satisfied grin when he presses a chaste (all things considering) kiss against her inner thigh, before he drags himself up to collapse beside her. He wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist, head tilting to look at her, smug and pleased and still pink and glistening with sweat.

"Good, right?" he preens.

Stupefied— Lottie is a little stupefied that Billy, pussy soaked and red in the cheeks, even bothers to ask her if it's good (well, he doesn't ask if it's good, he's more approval seeking and even that gets her going, how earnest he is in seeking that validation he did a good job, that Billy kept his promise of a good fuck and a good time). It shows on her face between desperate pants of air, the come down of one of the most intense orgasms she's had here to date.

And then she grins. Stupidly charmed and stupidly endeared. "Uh, amazing." She wipes her forehead, her sweat soaked bangs swooping back. "Incredible." She tilts her head to look at him when she's done peeking at him from the side, coy, maybe a little shy despite their position (naked, fucked out, sweaty).

Her pinky dances beside his bare hip, a hand openly fanning at her warm cheeks, maybe tossing some of that fresh air his way when she stares a little too long at his lashes. His eyes, the lips that were between the apex of her thighs moments ago.

"You're really good at that.. Like, the best, I think."

The best. He's pleased, sweet as pie, grinning at her with his mouth glistening with melted sugar. She's panting next to him, coming down and looking like a doll or a painting, some x-rated VHS come to life.

"The best?" Her pinky traces his hip and he rolls a little further toward her. She is gorgeous, flushed cheeks, pink mouth, naked skin and sweat-stained silk. She's a dream, and he's going to need to replay the memory of her moans, her sweet gasps and cries again and again.

"There's more where that came from." Cocky. Why wouldn't he be cocky? He just had Lottie crying out on his dick, coming on his tongue. He leans in, kisses her mouth, her taste mingling between their mouths. "Easy, when you taste so good."

Cute. Cute, cute, cute, her brain chants. Everything about him is cute — and hot, and sweet, sugary, every synonym her giddy little brain can think of staring at him. His pussy soaked grin, the apples of his cheeks and how they're flushed. Even his hair, sweat soaked, sticky to his skin, still looks styled to perfection.

"More??" Her eyes twinkle at his words, interest peaked even before he kisses her (her cheeks glisten pink at the thought she's tasting as much of herself as she is him). She giggles, whispering excitedly into his lips as her fingers walk down his belly, stops right above the valley where his cock rests. "How many more do I get?"

How many more can he give?

He smiles wide, a cheshire cat grin. He's got youth on his side, youth and what a wet fucking dream Lottie is. Her fingers walk down his belly, and for a moment, he gets butterflies. He's fucked a lot, even before coming here, and they were good, he was good. He takes pride in every girl he got to a shuddering orgasm, but Lottie's so confident.

He's already close, his lips still so near to hers.

"Babygirl. I'm gonna give you a workout."

Babygirl. Ugh, that sounds fantastic coming from his lips. Which— speaking of, she'll peck the corner of them just once, soft hand caressing the base of him. Experimental, really, languid. Like she's wanting to know the feel, heft, of him in her palm (how big he is, sticky to the touch) rather than jerk him off just yet.

Teasing, "So I should definitely be naked for this one."

She touches him so casually, the heft of his spent dick— it feels like a trick, how intimate it is, but his head tilts, chasing her jaw and lining kisses down to her neck. He goes lower, licking salt off her collar bone as he grins.

"Definitely." He shifts, tugging her with him as he moves onto his back, pulling her on top of him and wedging his thigh toward the hot, wet core of her. His hands run up her sides, pushing the silk off her shoulders, grinning where it's stuck to her.

"Fuck you're hot," he says, eyes on her tits, on her jaw, on her hair cascading over her shoulders and her warm brown eyes.

She gasps when her world view shifts, trying not to squeak when his thigh is between her legs. He's making her breath a little funny with the pressure at her core, reminding her how wet she is and how good it feels to have something to (gingerly, experimentally, maybe, confidently?) rock against.

"I know," she replies, feeling the cool air of her room hit her skin when he peels off her silk. Beneath, she is dewy, skin flushed at her shoulders and dappling down her limbs. She is staring down at him with those warm brown eyes and they are sparkling, as they drink in his words. His touch, how doting he is.

"You're hot too, you know." she thumbs at his bottom lip (since she can't with his dick), squinting down playfully at him, "I mean, I think you know."

"You know," he drawls pleasantly, "I've never been told that before."

It's a silly, airy lie. Of course he knows, even if he has doubts about the scar tissue. But it's hard not to be confident when he's got Lottie looking at him like that. She rocks down on his thigh, and his cock twitches, clearly interested in more as he wonders, idly, how many times he's going to make her come tonight.

Hip lips close around the tip of her thumb, sucking slow before he rolls her on her back, leaning over to taste the sweat on her collar bone, to turn his attention and mouth to her tits, feeling the way her thighs squeeze around his, and he learns new ways to take her apart.

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