Veronica is such a little slut. Such a cute little slut. “What is this, velvet?” she says, looking pointedly at my new couch.

“Leather,” I answer. “Brushed leather. Wanna feel how it feels on your skin?”

“My bare skin,” Veronica says, not really a question. Already she is taking off her clothes. “Catch,” she says, flinging me her top. Sure enough no bra. Just those nifty titties, not too big, not too small, and really nice nipples.

“Oh my,” she says, lying back, wiggling her bottom. “That does feel good.”

“It looks good, too,” I tell her.

You have to see my Veronica to believe her. She’s got the brash golden hair of an old master’s long lost love, soft as honey in some light, but wild and wiry, too, at times. Hair that can slash and burn, cut and caress. Her tidy pubic tuft gulps light where there isn’t any. Her skin can be pale and smooth, polished as freshly spilled semen, but lightly freckled when she’s aroused. She’s got cupid lips, once upon a time but no longer punctured by a silver ring. She’s got lewdly innocent eyes.

“You look good!”

“Do I?” she asks. “Do I look good enough to eat?” She has that look in her eyes, innocent and lewd, while she waits for my answer.

I waste no time giving her the answer she wants, kneeling between her legs, feasting on her pussy. I can smell her excitement as I suck her. I slurp and nuzzle and lick and probe. I take her clitty between my lips and suck harder. “Oh, yeah!” she cries, and pinches her nipples and then pulls, stretching her nipple skin painfully far.

I lap faster so her sap won’t seep out and stain the leather. It just seems to bring up more of her ooze. Soon her cunt is clenching like crazy and she is making these mewling noises, half whimper, half growl. She closes her thighs tightly about my face, and I ram my tongue into her, riding her shudder. My whole face is wet with her froth. Her hole sucks my chin. Her legs quiver against my ears, but I can easily hear the “Oh! Oh! Oh!” of her mounting orgasm.

Before she has time to come down from her come, I rip off my clothes and ram my cock into her cunt. She is so hot! So wet! One thrust and I am all the way in. “Oh-oh-oh,” she wails. I fuck her fast at first, then ease off, slow but steady, keeping the pressure on. “My love, my love, my love,” she says, her hands in my hair. I begin fucking her faster again. Her lovely little belly meets my thrusts. We slap together wetly. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” she sings. “Oh darling, darling, darling.”

“Come baby,” I tell her. “Come hard for me. I wanna feel you come on my cock.”

I back away, my cock still buried inside her, so I can watch her come. The puffy part of her nipples almost swallows up the tips. She thrashes. It’s so exciting to watch Veronica come. To hear Veronica come. To feel Veronica come. Shivers ripple her belly. Her breasts. Her whole body. Her cunt squeezes my cock—strong, big girl squeezes.

“That’s it, baby,” I tell her. “One more. One more big one. You can do it.”

She does it. The biggest one yet. Her whole body goes rigid. Her hands fly to her face. “Oh-wo-wo-wo,” she wails. I hammer into the heat of her cunt, the heart of her orgasm, fucking her as fast and hard as I can. My own orgasm can’t be more than a stroke or two away.

But I don’t come. I’m not sure why. I want to ... but I don’t. Not yet. I lie on her, feeling the pulse of her cunt, the ebb of her excitement.

After some minutes, Veronica says, “That felt so good! But you didn’t come, did you? How come?”