Hannah sprawled across the couch, legs parted just enough to tease, her skin flushed and every nerve screaming with a horniness she'd never felt before. Baden sat on the floor in front of her, looking up with that familiar spark in his eyes. "Baden," she said, voice low and commanding, "I'm the horniest I've ever been, and I need to watch you cum for me right now. No games."
He smirked, leaning back on his hands. "Demanding as always, Hannah. What makes you think I'm just going to perform on command?"
"Because I know your secrets," she shot back, leaning forward. "That burp fetish of yours? Watch this." She let out a deep, deliberate burp that echoed between them, and Baden's breath hitched, his cock already hardening visibly against his pants. "See? You're dripping before we even start."
"Witty and filthy," he chuckled, adjusting himself. "Fine, but if we're doing this, I want that squirt fetish of mine satisfied too. Your pussy looks wet enough to flood the floor." Hannah laughed sharply, standing just long enough to shove her ass toward his face before settling back. "Then earn it. Stroke that hard cock while I tell you what comes next."
She guided him with words alone at first, her fingers dipping between her thighs as he freed his cock and began pumping, panting already from the burp lingering in the air. "Faster," she ordered, her pussy dripping onto the couch. "Imagine me giving you a blowjob after you make me squirt." The tension snapped when she grabbed his head, pulling him in; his tongue worked her clit while she rode his face, sweating and moaning.
Hannah came hard, squirting across his chest in pulsing waves, her ass clenching as she gasped his name. Baden groaned, his cock throbbing as he came in thick ropes onto the floor, both of them panting from the release. "Not bad for round one," she teased, pulling him up by the collar.
But the real games were only just beginning.
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