We made small talk. When it got a bit quiet, I asked if I should start getting ready. She led me, carrying my clothes, to her bedroom. "You can get dr...essed here," she said. She was about to turn to leave. This is where subtlety comes in. I paused a few seconds, then started to undress, though not in a big rush, and not looking directly at her. I did not make eye contact. She had no pressure to leave the room; she could make a choice without feeling self-conscious. She was the one in control.She. Well there it was my sarong, she has washed it already.So I washed my face, washed my penis which was all wet from all the foreplay and the saliva which was still there. I slowly went to explore the house since she wasnt seem to be there at the house.Her house was pretty neat, small yet pretty homey. I would say its an ideal place for a young couple. Which in my case technically we was, despite the fact she was like 10 years elder than me. So when I go to the dining room there was a tea. "Eat me! Eat me!" you screamed, your hands on my head pulling me into your pussy.Your words forced me to move your thong aside, my tongue now licking your wet swollen pussy lips, your ass lifting off the couch trying to fuck my tongue."Oh, that feels so good," you moaned, twisting my hair in your fingers, pulling my mouth harder against your pussy, my tongue darting deeper, fucking you, wanting to devour you then moving my tongue to your clit causing you to jolt, "Oh my god, I can't stand it.". ”“Oh fuck, i mean, god ... just ... fuck me please...” she begged, circling her clit furiously and leaning back, bucking up into her hand as she came all over the breakfast table. Just like the slut he called her. Just like Niki.Peter let her slowly calm down before reaching in, stirring her damp sex with a finger before pulling it out to have a taste.“Don’t worry. You will get some cock in you soon enough. You really love this shit. That’s good, because you started it. I intend to give you.