So she squirmed and wiggled as he had her way with her twins. The wet sensation between her thighs was growing now. She suspected her thighs were already wet with some of her juices, but there was no way of knowing that, was there? She wanted him to be over with her chest already and get down on her right there. She let him know her sentiments by raising her hips as well and pushing and rubbing against his crotch. She felt the solid bulge beneath his jeans during every rub. It excited her. She imagined what it would feel like to have his cock inside her. It looked like she didn’t have to wait too long to find out, anyway.
Mr. Potter got the message of Andrea’s rubbing and bucking. He stopped sucking on her nipple and looked up at her.
“Mr. Potter, I want you down there,” Andrea said, and bit her lower lip. She didn’t know how he would react to her request.
Mr. Potter removed one hand from her wrists and ran a finger down his cheek. “A bit impatient, aren’t we?” he asked in a low tone. “Mr. Potter, I’m so wet,” Andrea confessed in a whisper.
Mr. Potter chuckled at her direct confession. “That is why I like you, Andrea,” he said, and gave her a peck on the cheek before he removed his hand from her wrists, freeing her. She lowered her arms right away, moving them here and there as his hands found the waistband of her pajama bottoms and lowered it down her legs.
His eyes widened as they came upon her soaked cotton panties. She saw his reaction and blushed slightly. She was embarrassed to be caught like this, but she was also proud because it showed how much she wanted him. She was now clad in only her panties. He was still in his jeans, but he must’ve read her thoughts because he slid them down a few moments later.
Andrea saw Mr. Potter was wearing nothing underneath his jeans. She gave off a choked cry, her voice thick with desire. He heard her and looked at her. He was completely naked now. She still had her panties on, but she might as well be naked now.
“I had no idea you were so wet,” Mr. Potter said.
“Only for you, Mr. Potter,” Andrea said shyly.
Mr. Potter climbed on top of her and kissed her passionately on the lips. She responded with the same passion and threw her arms around his neck. She felt his dick grow harder and longer through the soaked cloth of her panties. His tongue penetrated her mouth, and she let it. She wrapped his tongue with her lips and sucked on it softly. He groaned and began to fondle her breasts.
They were in a sitting position. Again Andrea encircled her legs around Mr. Potter’s trim waist. He grabbed her on the buttocks and pulled her closer to him. His hands clawed madly at her remaining underwear, digging deep beneath it until they were inside the thin cloth. He grabbed a handful of her bottom and squeezed hard. She made a low sound. He grabbed another handful and squeezed harder. She moaned again and shut her eyes.
Mr. Potter’s hands made their way from her buttocks to her dripping pussy. For Andrea, the amount of fluid she was excreting was crazy. Was she really that turned on? Yes, yes, she was. As soon as his fingers touched the tender folds of her labia, she let go of her inhibitions and cried out loud. She no longer gave a shit if her mother walked in and happened to find her and Mr. Potter getting down and dirty. This was her imagination, anyway, her world. In Andrea’s world, her mother wouldn’t get up and interrupt her fantastic mental lovemaking with the world’s best babysitting boss. No, sir, it just won’t happen.
She gave another loud cry as Mr. Potter’s fingers slipped inside her crack. Two or three fingers, she wasn’t sure. She was too lubricated to feel even a bare hint of friction right inside her cunt. No, his fingers inside her weren’t enough. She wanted something solid, something hard, something that can cause her to scream out loud with crazy pleasure.
Andrea wanted Mr. Potter’s cock inside her dripping-wet pussy.
She lay back on her bed and placed her ankles on his shoulders. He got the hint right away. He lowered his head until it was over her pussy. She wound her fingers around her hair and gave him the gentlest of tugs. She wanted him right now. The feeling was urgent, and she wanted to let him know she could no longer wait.
The feel of Mr. Potter’s tongue inside her cunt was heaven to Andrea. She couldn’t stop from moaning as he thrust his tongue inside her slit again and again. His tongue was darting in and out of her like a snake’s. She bent her knees and opened her legs wider to give him better access to her organ. His face was positively buried in her vagina now. His hands made their way to her buttocks, where they squeezed endlessly.
Mr. Potter lightly ran his tongue over her engorged clitoris. The sensation was incredible, and it left Andrea reeling. She gasped out loud, and her fingers wound tighter on Mr. Potter’s hair. She tugged, and again he licked her clit. She shivered. She was at the mercy of her sensations now. She had no idea how to make them stop, not that she wanted to, of course.