Picture Perfect

seriously fucking happy too, babe. You have no idea.”
    Pulling back, she smiled at me. “I’m about to make you happier. You need to de-stress before we go to brunch, and I know just how to calm my man down.”
    As she spoke she dropped to her knees in front of me and began to work on freeing my cock. Just seeing her kneeling before me had me hard, but I didn’t want to be late. “Babe, if we’re late…”
    Sliding her tongue slowly up my shaft, she smiled. “Then you better come quick. I’m not leaving here without my appetizer.”
    Holy shit she made my dick swell. I came with Tessa every time, and it was never enough. I always wanted to be closer, to go deeper. I was drowning in her and I didn’t want to be saved. I handed myself over to what was happening between us without reservation.
    I inhaled roughly as she laved the tip of my cock with her tongue while at the same time she reached into my pants and began to massage my balls. One of the biggest turn-ons about being with Tessa was that she actually loved to suck my cock. She wasn’t doing it just to get me off. I knew without a doubt that she’d be incredibly wet just from having my dick in her mouth.
    “Get on your knees next to me on the bed babe. I’m going to fuck your tiny cunt with my fingers while you suck me.”
    She never let my cock out of her mouth as she complied. When she was next to me, I ran my hand up under her dress, wasting no time getting to the drenched panties that were covering her mound. Sliding my fingers in, I began to rub circles in time with the rhythm of her cock sucking. She dripped her warm honey onto my fingers as I rubbed, and her little moans were making my dick swell painfully.
    “Fuck, baby… you suck my cock better than anything I’ve ever felt. I’m going to come down that beautiful throat of yours. Swallow it all!”
    I came with a shout as I felt her cunt start to spasm against my fingers. She yelped around my cock as she came, but she didn’t miss a drop. When she’d finished swallowing, she laid her head down on my thigh and stared at me as she got her breathing back under control. Pulling my fingers out of her panties, I lifted them to my mouth and sucked her juices off. Her eyes were glazed as she watched me, and I smiled at her. “That’s right babe, I got my appetizer too. When we get home, I’m going to lick and fuck that beautiful cunt of yours with my tongue until you can’t take it anymore, and then I’m going to ride you until neither of us can see straight.”
    We made it to brunch on time but with only seconds to spare. Her parents were pulling into the restaurant parking lot at the same time we were. After helping Tessa out of the passenger seat, the two of us walked toward her parents.
    You know how they say if you want to see what your girl is going to look like in the future, you just need to look at her mother? Staci Hamilton was a mirror image of her daughter and age hadn’t done anything to take away from her appeal. Clearly, Tessa was going to age beautifully. Tessa’s dad Eric was a very handsome man in his own right. I saw a lot of them both in Tessa, and I liked them on sight.
    Once the introductions were exchanged we made our way into the restaurant and made our way to the table the waitress took us to. I was relieved that thus far no one had noticed who I was, and I hoped that would continue indefinitely, especially through brunch. I didn’t want Tessa’s parents to be embarrassed by a screaming throng of fans, and those types of situations happened fast. In my experience, the shout of one fan brought an additional twenty fans in under a minute. The first time it happened, I was overwhelmed. Later on, when I was in my asshole phase, I’d thought it was funny. These days I found it jarring and annoying. I loved my fans, but I hated the loss of privacy. On the other hand, I’d take a legion of fans over a few paparazzi any day.
    Brunch turned out to be amazing. Tessa’s parents reminded me of my dad, and that set me at ease. It was also obvious that the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree. Tessa had her mother’s beauty and her father’s sense of humor. I enjoyed talking to them both, and especially dug how much they loved music.
    Tess was adorably mortified when her mother commented on how bizarre it was that the two of us were dating now considering that when Tess was younger, she used to write ‘Mrs. Flynn Mason Rand’ on every scrap of paper that came