Salty Watermellon
"So, would you like to try a Salty Watermelon?" She purred, deep red lipstick only slightly smudged from a few moments before. I leaned over her as she fell back on the bed, her long, straight hair fanning behind and under her as she laid back, under me. I buried my face in her body, biting and kissing in the same movements as I languidly spoke, "What's that?" She smiled, ever so softly, "Oh, something from Japan. They're always trying new things, there." I really had no idea what was in store, but my blood was pumping through me, and I could have beaten a seal to death with my cock. "Sure, babe, I'm always up for something new." She pushes me back with a soft but forceful hand, and I laid back, accommodating her. "Close your eyes." She said, coyly, almost teasing. It irked me some; I do not enjoy being toyed with, but now I was curious. My eyelids shut and the world was now reduced to sensations. I could feel the soft bed under me, but I paid it no heed. All of my attention was on her much softer, smooth skin against my body as she moved against me, making the necessary adjustments. Her thumb pressed down on my jaw, and my mouth opened, willingly. The taste was something indescribable. Were they open, my eyes would have bulged, but she made soft, comforting sounds, and I swallowed. Our bodies fumbled against eachother, my fingers gripped her softness as I pulled her against me, the taste fresh and sharp in my mouth. As we kissed, our tongues danced, and we shared the experience. I have no idea how long it took us to finish it, but I knew it would not be our last Salty Watermelon.