I Knew It

On a horniness scale of 1–10, I guess I was about a 3. At least, I was until I walked downstairs and felt a heavy splat of girl cum ease into my panties. Wet panties for me triggers my arousal so now I’m a 5.5!  In the kitchen there sat Dani, leg up on a stool and showing her crotch to the world. A visibly moist crotch at that. Oh dear 6.5 now! Then she looked up from her newspaper and flashed me a perfect, panty-wetting smile. 8.0! 

Determined not to rape her o the kitchen floor I grabbed a cup of coffee and fled to my den. Sitting at my desk in a puddle of my own making, I heard her clattering around in the kitchen. I no time at all two perfect eggs Benedict appeared. My all time favourite breakfast. I don’t have it often mainly because I can’t stand the pre-made, mass produced sauce, and every time I try to make it it splits! She sat and watched me eat it and just as I popped the final mouthful in she said “ I wonder…would you mind licking me out?” 

She stretched back in her chair and spread her legs invitingly. I knelt between them, drew close to her, pulled her panties aside an inhaled…..immediately I knew I’d been had!  Just to be sure, I licked her. Then I knew without doubt what Dani’s ‘secret ingredient’ in her Hollandais sauce was. A drip or two of Dani’s girl cum! I’d already been eating her! 

Well one good turn deserves another, don’t you think? I gave her three thoroughly explosive orgasms before dragging her onto the floor removing my own panties and sitting on her face. She struggled and I love it when she plays hard to get but soon her tongue was at work. Let’s just say I gave her way more sauce than she gave me! 

I feel much better now!