As I sat on the couch, sipping my bubbly lemonade, I couldn’t help but think about the pathetic herd of men who had the audacity to call themselves my lovers. Each one more unworthy than the last, but that was exactly what made my pussy pop sessions so thrilling.
I had just finished a killer workout at the gym, my curves were on point, and my outfit was snug in all the right places. As I lounged on the couch, I couldn’t resist the urge to tease my latest conquest, who had no idea what he was in for.
With a sly grin, I slowly peeled off my shorts, revealing the glistening expanse of my fuck-me pink. He gazed at it with wide, hungry eyes, reaching out to stroke my moist folds. But I was in control here, and I had other plans for him.
“I want you to lick me like you’re sucking on a lollipop,” I purred, guiding his face between my thighs. “Make sure to get it dirty, I don’t want to waste a clean tongue on me.”
His tongue hesitantly flicked against my clit, and I could tell he was struggling to maintain his focus. But I wasn’t going to let him off easy. With a wicked laugh, I grabbed his head, pushing his face further down until the tip of his nose was buried in my ass crack.
“Now, that’s more like it,” I cooed, rubbing his nose in my sweat and dirt. “Feel that, huh? That’s the real taste of a woman’s pussy.”
He began to lick and kiss my intimate skin, moaning softly as he savored the musky flavor. I could feel his tongue swirling around, exploring every nook and cranny, and I reveled in the depravity of it all.
As he continued to enthusiastically devour me, I felt my orgasm building, a tingling sensation spreading from my core. “Fuck, just like that,” I moaned, grinding my pussy against his face. “Make me cum all over your pathetic little mouth.”
With a final, desperate cry, I came hard, gushing my juices down his throat as he greedily lapped them up. When I finally pulled away, he was panting, his face smeared with my essence, looking utterly spent and satisfied.
“I think you’ve earned your keep for the day, don’t you?” I teased, giving his messy cheek a gentle pat. “But don’t get too comfortable, there’s always another eager lollipop waiting in line.”
As he stumbled off to clean up, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. It was a cruel game, but it was one I played oh so well. After all, a dirty slut like me deserved nothing less than to be worshipped like the filthy fucktoy I was. And my pussy pops certainly delivered.