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the sofa, exactly like a bunny from her hopping little gait to
her twitchy little nose. Returning to the sofa, she seemed to be trying to walk
seductively. It seemed forced. Still, beggars couldn’t be choosers. Reign
reached out as she got closer, grabbing her by the belt loops, pulling her
giggling form in between his knees.

 
    He looked up at her as she blushed, taking the top of her barely-there
shorts in his teeth and snarling comically. She laughed again, the sound
getting a little bit sexier now that Reign was actually getting turned on.

 
    He released her shorts, bringing a hand up to them, unbuttoning them
and letting them slide down her long, smooth legs to the floor. She was wearing
a sheer thong, and Reign leaned forward, nosing his way between her shaven
folds, breathing deeply. She giggled again, pushing his head away. He, in turn,
pushed her hands away, then proceeded to pull her thong down to join her shorts
on the floor.

 
    “Fuck, baby,” he said, unable to remember her name. He leaned forward
again, wanting to pry those pretty pink lips apart and lick her until she
squealed for real. But she stopped him once more.

 
    “No, that’s gross!” she said, backing away.

 
    “Gross? C’mon, let me taste you, girl,” he said, pulling her back,
hands cupping her ass, pulling her slit towards him once more. His tongue
darted out in anticipation. The only thing Reign loved more than sleeping was
feeling girls come under his tongue. In fact, if he could eat girls out in his
sleep, he’d be the happiest man on planet earth. He’d only wake up to eat,
piss, and make money.

 
    “No, really, that’s weird, Reign, I don’t like it,” the twiggy girl
said, her tone turning serious. Reign let his hands fall to his sides, ire
spiking. He didn’t like being turned down, but he wasn’t about to rape the poor
thing.

 
    “You don’t know what you’re missing, doll,” he said, hoping to entice
her.

 
    “ Mmmm , neither do you, baby,” she said,
suddenly dropping to her knees and crawling forward, somewhat awkwardly, until
she was between his legs, one hand on each of his thighs. Reign sighed
inwardly, but he forced a smile. What kinda man would I be if I turned down a nice BJ from a nice
girl? He thought, still disappointed but willing to take what he could. He
kind of just wanted it to be over so he could crash.

 
    The little brunette teased him slightly, or at least tried to,
wiggling her scant-but-perky chest under his nose while slowly unzipping his
pants, releasing his huge cock. She gasped, 100% genuine, when she saw it, and
seemed to rethink her plan of attack. Reign encouraged her with a slight stroke
on the back of the head, nudging her forward. She flicked her tongue across the
purple, puffy head before pulling back with another grin and smile.

 
    “You’re the biggest I’ve seen,” she said, clearly nervous.

 
    “I’ll go easy on you, gorgeous,” Reign said, pulling her head forward
a little more. You won’t let me eat you
out, you’re acting all weird about the blowjob, little girl, if you don’t want
to do this, you should just go home and quit wasting my time. You were the one
who approached me, remember?

 
    But, the brunette seemed to steel herself, and began to perform in
earnest, first lapping at his swollen head, then taking his shaft into her
mouth an inch at a time. Reign let his head loll back against the couch, his
hands coming up to her head, pressing slightly downward, more encouraging than
forceful. The brunette moaned around his cock, slathering it with her tongue,
humming against the head as she deep-throated him.

 
    “Oh, yeah, baby,” he groaned, feigning more enthusiasm than he felt.
It was just another blowjob, as far as he was concerned. His cock throbbed
against her wet tongue, the head massaged by her welcoming throat. He began to
pulse his hips against her, slowly, trying to be gentle as he looked down at
the top of her head.