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down and adjust my balls in my jeans, partly because my designer jeans are a little too tight, but mostly because I know it will divert her attention to my goods. “Now, if you’ll remember, you were laid out on top of the bar, naked, with fucking whipped cream and a cherry on your muff.”
    She tears her eyes away from my crotch and looks up at me. “There was no cherry.”
    “Yes, there was, because I remember putting the cherry in your mouth while I licked every bit of whipped cream off your freshly waxed skin.”
    She stares at me for a moment, lost in the memory of my mouth on her, then she draws in a sharp breath and focuses. “I don’t want to do this.”
    “Birdie, this is your job. And your job is to determine whether or not I’ve matured. If we’re going to work together after today, then I think we need to set things straight once and for all.”
    She leans back in her chair and closes her eyes. “Fine.”
    I lean back in my chair and get comfortable. “Where was I? Oh, yeah, I was making you come.”

The Sex Tape
Two Years Ago
    B irdie must have had a spa day today. Her pussy is freshly waxed, her hands are manicured, and she always wants to have sex immediately after she’s had a massage. Which is exactly why I encourage her to utilize the hotel spa as often as she wants.
    I lick the last bit of whipped cream off her sweet pussy, then I spread her lips to get at her clit. She moans as I devour her. Her hips squirm beneath me, her skin squeaking as it rubs against the shiny granite bar top. Then she pushes me away and presses her thighs together.
    “What are you doing?”
    She sits up and grabs the front of my T-shirt as she slides forward on the bar. “I don’t want to come yet.”
    She wraps her legs around me and I smile as I slide my fingers inside her wet pussy. “It’s kind of late for that.”
    She pulls my hand out from between her legs and places it on her waist. “I’m serious. I want to hold off for now.”
    “Why?”
    She flashes me that sly, sexy grin that always gives me an insta-boner. “I want to do something different tonight.” Wrapping her arms around my neck, she leans forward and takes my bottom lip between her teeth, tugging a bit. “I want to do something naughty.”
    I brush aside a piece of a blonde hair that’s stuck to her lipgloss and look her in the eye. “What do you want to do, baby?”
    She lays her hands flat against my chest and pushes me back a little so she can slide off the bar. Then she kneels down in front of me and begins unbuckling my belt.
    “I want to do something we’ve never done,” she says, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding the zipper down.
    “No offense, babe, but I think we’ve done this at least a thousand times.”
    She lets out a throaty chuckle that makes my boner twitch. Pulling down my jeans and boxers, she smiles at the sight of my erection just inches from her mouth. She leans forward and I hold my breath as she plants a slow, sensual kiss on the tip. One of my favorite things about Bridget is how she starts a blow job by making out with my cock.
    I resist the urge to grab the back of her head and plunge my dick into her mouth. Instead, I lean my back against the bar and try to focus on not blowing my load too early. But it’s not so easy when Bridget knows exactly what turns me on the most. She knows exactly how long to stimulate the tip before she takes me into her mouth. And she knows exactly how long and how fast to bob her head, and when to ease up, to prolong and maximize the pleasure.
    Communication. You hear that, fellas? Communication . Tell your girl exactly how to give you a blow job and let her tell you exactly how to eat her pussy and your sex life will improve exponentially. ‘Cause let’s face it, the best sex is oral sex. Even when it’s not that good, it’s still amazing. But when you get oral sex from someone who not only knows what they’re doing, but they enjoy it, life is good.
    And my life is pretty