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Yeah, a blowjob doesn't sound bad. For a start, you smirk to yourself as you stand. At the loss of contact she stares up at you, expression still drunken with lust. "You're not a bad kisser, Anna. We'll have to do that again sometime. But for now, do you know what comes next?"
Her eyes open wider at your question, though not by much. Looking directly at your crotch she makes a guess. "Um, s . . . s-sex? Are we . . . going to h-have . . . sex . . . now?" Despite her timidity she does look away from your hardon, even wiggling her hips as she does. Apparently she is as eager as she is scared of being the girl in this situation.
Chuckling as you smirk down at her, unable to make eye contact as she refuses to look anywhere else, you prepare to correct her. First, you remove your towel, nearly bopping her nose with your cock as it springs free of confinement. Second, as you laugh at her surprised squeal, you fold the towel while her eyes are glued to your bobbing dick. Then, finally, you drop the folded towel between the two of you as you speak. "Sorta. Actually, it technically is sex, but it's called 'oral sex'. Ever sucked a boy's dick, Anna? Don't worry; it's as easy as kissing."
She manages to look you in the face at your question, blushing brightly before looking back at your crotch. "W-what . . . do I do first?" Her hips wiggle ever more vigorously in anticipation, much to your amusement.
"Well, first of all, you should kneel on that towel. It'll keep your knees from hurting. Next, just reach out and grab it, cutey. It doesn't bite." You watch as she complies, your heart and your cock throbbing as she sinks to her knees in front of you. When she wraps her delicate fingers around your shaft, barely able to cover half its circumference, you groan in appreciation.
"Um, okay. I'm . . . h-holding your . . . wiener," she says, eyes not leaving your cock even as she asks for your guidance. "Now what?"
Sneering unseen at her description of your genitalia, you scold her. "It's not a 'wiener'. Little boys have wieners; men have cocks. Hard, throbbing cocks for pleasing pretty girls like you. Now, give my cock a kiss to make up for calling it a 'wiener'."
She flinches at your rebuke but doesn't shy away. Instead, as you inform her of what your cock is for she merely wiggles once again, evidencing her excitement once again. Slowly her mouth moves closer, her breath washing hotly over your dickhead before her lips reach it. warm, wet, and soft, they press against your tip, pressing more firmly against it as she gives it her kiss. As she pulls away you place your hand on her head, pulling her gently back until her lips once again press against your knob.
"Good girl. Time for the next part," you compliment her, smirking at the way she keeps kissing your dick without instruction.
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