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Younger/Older | Face Sitting | Praise Kink

She Sat on My Face and Called Me Her Good Girl

Everything felt shitty, like I was stuck in a really bad place. The weather had been gray for weeks, and it sucked. All I did was listen to sad songs on repeat. My girlfriend had broken up with me. She was the first girl I’d really loved, and I was a mess.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” My roommate kept asking me every day.

“No,” I said. “I’ll probably just cry in my room. Or maybe on the floor. That sounds new.”

She huffed and left. Meanwhile, I stayed on the couch.

Hours passed as I stared at my phone. Eventually, I got bored and downloaded Bumble again. I also changed the age settings.

A few hours later, I was drinking wine and sitting across from this beautiful older woman. She was almost 40 with a really nice curvy body, and she flirted a lot with me. She was so disarming. She didn’t ask with words. Without speaking, she leaned towards me and slipped her tongue into my mouth. It wasn’t a bad kiss either.

“Your bedroom?” I asked.

She nodded. “Mhm. Smart girl.”

Her clothes were nice, and she seemed smart. She was perfect for a rebound. I was sad. She was horny. This was going to work.

She walked up the stairs in front of me, giving me a great view of her ass. She reached back and unzipped her skirt. Her blouse was already on the floor when we got to the room. Now almost naked, she turned around.

“Come here.”

She took charge. Her hands moved fast, stripping my clothes off me. Her lips were all over my neck, and then I was on my back, staring at her ceiling while she started to eat my pussy.

Her sheets felt soft. Her pillows smelled good, like nice shampoo, and I felt like I didn’t deserve this. She licked me, making me moan. The wine had made me so horny.

“You’re going to make me cum,” I said, grabbing her sheets hard.

“I hope so.”

She pushed two fingers inside me and sucked my clit with her full lips.

The orgasm felt amazing. I was drunk in a stranger’s bedroom while she played with my pussy. It was a good Friday night.

“You taste so sweet,” she said, rubbing me gently. “Your pussy is so pretty. I want to kiss it.”

“Thank you,” I said. “Can I return the favor?”

She gave me this sexy smile.

“Just stay there for me,” she said.

She kneeled over me and lowered her hips slowly. Her pussy was right over my mouth, and she looked even hotter from down here.

“Ooh. That feels so good. You’re such a good girl,” she moaned.

She tasted amazing. I started rubbing my clit again. I was greedy, but I couldn’t help it.

“I need to cum so baaad,” she moaned. “Fuck. I need to cum on your pretty mouth. Keep doing that. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

I’m a good girl. I didn’t stop.

“Unngghh,” she grunted, pushing her pussy hard down on my face and cumming all over my mouth.

“Oh. Such a good girl. Such a pretty girl,” she panted, petting my head.

I smiled at her and licked her pussy lips again.

“You want more?” she asked.

So I ate her pussy. She came, then came again.

She showed me her dildos afterward, and I told her about my broken heart. The sun came up while we were still together.

She made me eggs in the morning, wearing a bathrobe that kept falling open. I was her good girl, and good girls don’t get sad over stupid breakups.