Martin intensifies my ecstasy by tapping his thumb on my clit as my pussy spasms. Feeling my legs weaken, I remove my pussy from his face and crawl down from the bench, knees shaking.

I lean against the wall to regain my breath and shut my eyes. When I open eyes again, Martin is already there, his cock pulsating as if pleading for more. I grab his shaft and pull him into me; he grinds his body against mine and directs his lips to my mouth.

Our lips touch, and the musky aroma of my pussy makes me lightheaded.

"Yum!" Martin grins. I've never encountered a guy whose smile could...