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Average Joe: Zainab & Her Toys III (18+)
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Average Joe: Zainab & Her Toys III (18+)

“What about the other one?” Zainab pouted.

I chuckled again, before bending down to kiss her other soft buttock, my hands steadying myself on her hips. She would do anything to manipulate me into becoming sexually entangled with her.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome, Sweetie. “

She skipped off into the kitchen to continue with dinner, while I retreated to the bathroom to wash my hands and make sure my cock wasn’t leaking through my boxers. I splashed some water on my face to try and regain my composure, then looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t help but smile, complete with a set of raised eyebrows. 

I couldn’t believe my luck.

When I came out, I saw Zainab at the stove, stirring the spaghetti, her bubble ass hanging out the bottom of her singlet. I whispered, “Hey, go put your panties on.” And with that, I gave her a playful smack on the bum.

Zainab yelped as she jumped up, throwing her hands to her sensitive ass to protect it. She spun around and wrinkled her nose at me. I gasped, holding my hand over my mouth, my eyes wide with shock. I mouthed an apology, but she realised it was an accident and broke into a big, beaming smile. Then she shook her head at me and skipped into the bedroom.

She returned a moment later, safely back in her white cotton panties. We finished cooking the dinner together, bustling around the kitchen, getting the spaghetti on and fine-tuning the stew. We chatted about our day as we worked, updating each other on the ins and outs of our respective jobs.

Dropping a sieve into the sink, I poured out the pasta. I couldn’t help but get an eyeful of Zainab’s perfect ass as she bent over to retrieve some bowls from the cupboard under the bench. “You want some wine with this?” I asked, reaching for a bottle of red.

“Sure,” she smiled, using tongs to dish out the spaghetti. “How about we eat on our laps and put on a nice movie?”

“Sounds good,” I replied, sliding my hands around her waist and kissing her shoulder.

I fired up a movie in the DVD player as Zainab brought our dinner over and placed the bowls on the coffee table. I watched her gingerly sit down, wincing as her ass made contact with the rough fabric. Sucking air in through my teeth in sympathy, I sat down next to her. We ate our spaghetti, drank our wine and watched our movie.

With our empty bowls back on the coffee table, Zainab nursed her second glass of wine and snuggled into me for the rest of the movie. It was one of her favourites, and we’d often chat about what was happening on-screen during the movie. It was always lovely. Her unbearable sexual frustration and constant crossing and uncrossing of her legs made it all the more delicious.

“I love this part,” I offered, as the main actor distractedly went through the rehearsal of his wedding to his bride.

“Oh, I hate this part,” she replied.

“It’s so beautiful,” I rebutted, “She knows him so well. He’s always looking at that book. And she knows he doesn’t have a copy, so she gets it for him.”

“Then he leaves her,” Zainab cried, reaching for a tissue from the box on the table.

I kissed the top of Zainab’s head as she blew her nose. She looked up at me and kissed me on the lips, still clutching her dirty tissue. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Zainab,” I smiled down at her.

As the movie reached its climax, Zainab started to cry again. “Oh, I love this. When they find each other.”

“What about the girl with the book?”

“Oh, fuck her,” Zainab spat, reaching for another tissue.

I laughed and held her close to me as the movie finished. “Why don’t you get ready for bed?” I suggested. Then gesturing at the bowls and glasses on the coffee table, I went on, “I’ll clean this up.”

Zainab skipped off into the bedroom while I set about tidying up. I straightened up the kitchen and started the tap. Back in the lounge area, I wiped down the table. I reached for the lamp to turn it off when the bedroom door opened. Zainab stood there biting her lip, still in her singlet and panties, and glasses and ponytail. She was holding the bottle of moisturiser.

“Will, my bottom’s really starting to hurt again,” she pouted in a little-girl voice that immediately stirred my cock. She bit her lip, then asked, “Would you please put some more lotion on for me?”

“Of course, Baby.” I smiled, half to myself. Another ploy, I knew. She was incorrigible. “Come over here.” I rinsed off the cloth and hung it over the tap, before sitting on the edge of the chair.

Zainab came and stood in front of me, her panty-clad pussy right at my eye level. She handed me the bottle and turned around. The soft light from the single lamp in the living area made her look even more beautiful if that was possible.

“Okay, Baby, do you want to pull your panties down for me?”

Zainab seductively stuck her ass out as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband, and slid the white cotton down over her hips and down her toned thighs. She bent right over, pushing her panties past her knees and giving me a spectacular view of her delicate folds and asshole. I sniffed at her deeply as she let her panties fall to the floor.

She stood up straight in front of me as I squirted a big load of lotion into my palm and spread it between my hands. I grabbed her perfect backside, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her.

“Cold?” I smiled.

“Uh-huh,” she almost moaned in response.

I massaged her shapely ass, breathing in deeply through my nose. Although the smell of aloe overpowered her natural aroma. I applied another generous squirt, for no other reason than my own selfish gratification. My thumbs dipped deeper into the crack of her ass with each stroke, pulling her soft cheeks apart in the process.

“Is it easier if I bend over?” she asked, looking down at me over her shoulder.

I felt that lovely warm sensation again and managed to reply, “Um…yeah. That might help.”

“Okay,” she beamed, bending over at the hips and supporting her upper body on the table.

It was the perfect view of my girlfriend’s pussy. The solitary lamp bathed her glistening folds in a beautiful warm glow. The way her inner labia protruded so sweetly from her outer lips, right in my face. I have never seen anything so beautiful. It was the perfect heart-shaped vision.

I must have squeezed the rest of the bottle into my hand for the third application, with thick gooey moisturising cream spilling over the sides of my palm. As I slathered on the lotion, enjoying her softness and her most intimate area mere inches from my face, her breathing gradually transitioned into gentle moaning.

“Oh, that feels so good. The way you’re blowing on me.”

I furrowed my brow, confused. It took me a second to figure it out. My own breath had become ragged, and that’s what she was feeling on her backside. I smiled, then blew long, cool breaths onto her lovely cheeks. Zainab moaned in response, and I continued, angling my soothing blows all over her rear.

I made sure I blew right across her puckered, little asshole as I crossed from one cheek to the other, then slowly over her glistening pussy on the way back. Each time I crossed that sensitive centre, she breathlessly moaned. She was enjoying the attention.

I was conscious of the wet sensation in my boxer shorts, as the pre-cum from my throbbing cock all but flowed out. I was out of my mind. As much as I wanted to continue torturing her, I had to push this further.

The frictionless slide of my hands over Zainab’s ass eased, and the incredibly sexy sheen of the lotion on her skin dulled in the lamplight. I leaned forward and planted a lingering kiss on her right buttock. She let out a contented little hum. And I kissed her again on her other cheek.

“How does that feel?” I gasped between kisses as I continued pressing my lips to her soft flesh.

“Uh-huh,” was all she moaned.

Spurred on, I kept kissing her perfect ass, alternating between cheeks, and blowing on her pussy and asshole on the way back and forth. My kisses got closer and closer to her seam, to her treasure.

“Oh my God. Yes.”

“You want me to keep going?” I croaked.

“Oh, yes please. Please keep going. That feels so good.”

It was her turn after all.

My next kiss found her anus, causing Zainab to let out a trembling moan. I kissed her there again, to the same reaction. And again. I gradually let my tongue make contact with her tight flesh. First, just the slightest of touches with the very tip. Then more and more with a larger area of my tongue, until I was unabashedly licking her.

I moved down, kissing the glistening lips of her opening, lingering longer and longer with each soft kiss. Her delicate inner labia met my lips perfectly. I gently sucked each fold into my mouth as I went, then trailed the tip of my tongue along the edge of each petal. My kisses became hungrier. Greedier.

I licked and sucked at my girlfriend’s sex, tasting her. Savouring every delightful sensation. I licked around the rim of her opening, spiralling my tongue deeper and deeper with every lap. Zainab’s horny cunt squeezed around my tongue as I probed it into her as deeply as I could. She was so incredibly wet.

I buried my face in her, to the point my nose painfully squashed against her asshole and my jaw strained to get my tongue farther inside her. Even with Zainab swivelling her hips in my face, I could not get in deep enough. With the pain in my jaw too much, I moved even lower, tracing the folds of her outer labia to her engorged clitoris. Done with teasing her, I lapped at her button like a dog dying of thirst.

Zainab began moaning uncontrollably. Although she’d been making a lot of noise the whole time, I only then became aware of the racket. The sound of my girlfriend in the throes of ecstasy, particularly at my own touch, was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

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