You Never Know
She shuddered as my mouth assaulted her hot slit again and again, my tongue working her button without pause. My cheeks glistened from her juices and my own freshly shaven pussy was a wet mess. The hotel's bed sheets were soaked.
Finally, with the palm of her hand clutching the back of my head, she exploded. Her hips writhed as she pressed her heat against my face for the duration of her climax. My own pussy responded and I came like a slut, mouth still working her overheated snatch.
The waves of heat finally dissipated. Breathless, I got to my hands and knees. Before I could move again, though, she leaned forward with a tube of lipstick, layering my lips with a bright slut-red. She capped the lipstick, then slid a palm across my lips, smearing the color across my cheek.
"There," she said, passing me a lit cigarette. "Now you look like the slut you are."
I laughed, blushing. She knew how to make me feel like a dirty girl.
I sat back, exhaling smoke. My face was sticky and my smooth pussy was slick. Finally, I looked at my nearly-finished cigarette.
"That's odd," I said. "I've never had a cigarette in my life. When did I start smoking?"
She looked at me and smiled. "About thirty minutes ago," she said, "right after you told me I was a lezzie skank and there wasn't enough money in the world to make you lick coochie. Remember?"
My eyes widened. Holy shit. I remembered.
"But don't worry," she said. "You can quit anytime you want." She started getting dressed. "The cigarettes, anyway."