This week with Arlene and Jeff:
In The Tent Next to a Big Tree
...She had managed a couple of swipes with the wet towel before this started, but that was about all. It doesn't matter. There is no way he is ever going to put his mouth on me again. I've douched dozens of times since we had that last party, but he says that every time he sees me nude, he remembers that asshole's come oozing out of my pussy. Oh, why didn't I stop with just our friends now and then? He was okay with that. Why did I have to continue until I tromped on his ego?
She felt his hands begin to slide her panties down her legs and managed to move until he could get the tiny garment off. She let go of his cock for an instant while she managed to yank the pullover top over her head and unhook her bra in the cramped tent before resuming her hold on his now rock-hard cock. At last, he's actually going to make love to me, she inwardly rejoiced.
As he moved, she had to let go of him and was positioning herself for his entrance, anxious beyond measure after waiting all these months, when his warm mouth descended onto her center.
"Wait!" she got out, then, "Not clean," she meant to say, but it never got from her brain to her lips.
Her hands clasped his hair, seemingly of their own volition, and pulled him more firmly against her as the most powerful orgasm in forever tore through her. She knew her back was arched and could faintly hear screams as some small part of her mind chastised her for not pleasing him first. Instead, he, who should be receiving her apology, was driving her mad with his mouth and tongue. Instead, her body built to what she knew was going to be a stupendous orgasm. She held her breath just as it started. There was a blinding flash, and her mind went blank...
Have a goodun;
Roust