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Sabrina was looking better than ever. Scott hadn’t seen her since their college graduation, which was a whole ten years ago. He had harbored a crush on her for years, but then she moved to the west coast after college, and he realized he had missed his chance.

But by some sort of fate, Scott’s job ended up transferring him to San Francisco, at the same time as Sabrina was finalizing her divorce. So when Scott reached out to her on Facebook to ask if she’d like to meet up now that he was in town, she jumped at the chance. Male attention was exactly what she needed to heal a broken heart.

She had always been attractive, but when Scott saw her walk into the bar that evening, his jaw nearly fell on the floor. She was slim and tall, in a simple black dress and black heels. Her blonde hair bounced in waves just past her shoulders, and when she sat down, he noticed she was revealing a healthy amount of cleavage he hadn’t noticed before.

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“Eyes up here!” Sabrina laughed as she sat down, noticing that Scott’s gaze was wandering to her newly-enhanced chest. She had to admit, it was kind of nice, though.

Scott raked his fingers through his chestnut brown hair and cleared his throat. “Sorry! It’s hard not to look. You look beautiful. All of you.”

Sabrina blushed. It was nice to see a familiar face, especially after her divorce. She and Scott quickly began to reminisce about the old days, and soon, the conversation turned to the topic of Sabrina’s failed marriage.

“He wasn’t attentive enough,” Sabrina admitted. “I want someone who is obsessed with me, who thinks I’m the hottest woman ever.”

“Well, he has to be an idiot then,” said Scott, “because you are drop dead gorgeous. I would worship you.”

He felt embarrassed for saying something bold, but Sabrina didn’t seem like she minded. In fact, it looked like she was intrigued.

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“So,” she began, “I live just up the street. Did you want to come back to my place? I can show you what you’ve been missing out on all these years.”

Scott’s eyes widened. “Hell yes I do.”

Sabrina’s apartment was small but nice, not a bad transitional place for a newly divorced woman. She tossed her keys into a bowl by the front door and stepped out of her heels. As she turned around, she nearly bumped right into Scott, who was waiting with his arms outstretched.

“I regret not telling you how much I liked you back in college,” he said, his voice low. “I’d like to make up for lost time.”

His kiss was deep and passionate, and it sent a feeling through Sabrina’s body that she hadn’t felt in a long time. She wrapped her arms around Scott’s neck and pulled him in tighter.

“Is there a bedroom in this place?” asked Scott.

Sabrina took him by the hand and opened a door off of the living room, revealing a beautifully decorated bedroom. 

“Help me out of this dress?”

Scott unzipped the back of the material and watched in awe as Sabrina shimmied out of it, the black fabric sliding across the curves of her hips. Scott reached around to unhook the back of Sabrina’s pink bra, letting out a low whistle as the bra fell to the floor. Her breasts were large and perky, and Scott was almost unable to fit them in his hands.

Sabrina’s lips quirked up at the corner when she saw Scott’s reaction. She was both flattered and aroused. She moved to the bed, pulling Scott on top of her.

“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” she asked.

“Maybe later,” he replied. “For now, this is all about you.”

Sabrina’s pussy throbbed hearing that. She looked down as Scott slid onto his belly between her legs, sliding off her thong as he went. He took his time with her, dragging his fingers across her skin as he pulled her underwear down, and then lowering his face to kiss her thighs.

Sabrina was in heaven. This was the sort of attention she had been longing for. This was how she had wanted to feel in her marriage, and here was this guy from her past doing exactly what she craved.

Scott looked down at her pussy. It was beautiful—pink and soft, with a small patch of hair at the top that looked like it had just been trimmed. It made him wonder if she had been expecting this evening.

He ran one finger across her slit, parting her. He found that wetness had already formed against her hole, and it glistened before him. 

“You have the most perfect pussy I have ever seen,” he said truthfully, and Sabrina couldn’t do anything but smile and let out a low “mmm.”

Scott kissed the sensitive skin where her pussy met her thighs, drawing slow circles with his lips. Then, finally, he was on her with his lips and tongue. He slid up from her hole and back down, letting her sticky juices coat him. She tasted vaguely salty, and Scott loved it. He couldn’t imagine a man not wanting to absolutely worship this woman every single day of their lives.

He left a series of kisses across her pussy before stopping at her clit. His tongue flattened out against her clit and began to massage her there. Sabrina moaned and sighed at this touch, her whole body trembling.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she said, her voice sounding strained.

“Mmm,” Scott moaned back, his eyes looking upwards. Over the curve of Sabrina’s perfect tits, he could see her face relaxed and overcome with pleasure.

He licked her clit for a long time. He went slowly but firmly, and he would have done it all night had Sabrina let him. 

When Sabrina came, her whole body seemed to pull away from the bed. The orgasm shook through her long and hard, and Scott thought that her adorable whimpers were some of the sexiest things he had ever heard. Her moans grew increasingly loud as she came.

“Fuck!” she cried, reaching down to run her fingers lazily through Scott’s hair. “I needed that.”

Scott kissed her inner thighs again before planting his mouth down on her wet slit. He ran his tongue across her, lapping up every drop. He couldn’t help but moan as he did so, intoxicated by Sabrina’s taste.

“I love how much you love pussy,” said Sabrina, sinking deeper into the bed as Scott drank up every bit of her sticky wet juices.

“Not all pussy,” Scott corrected, pushing Sabrina’s thighs even further apart. He loved seeing the glistening wet strings pull and stretch. 

Finally, Sabrina sat up and smiled at Scott. “Are you sure you don’t want me to reciprocate?”

Scott’s gaze held hers. “I’d love if you let me eat your pussy over and over until you can’t take it anymore.”

Sabrina bit her lip. Hearing him say that only made her want it even more.

She got on top of his face and settled right against his nose and mouth. She dragged her wet pussy across him as he moaned and licked her. Scott loved how Sabrina just kept getting wetter and wetter.

“Yes, Scott,” she said breathlessly, angling her body so he was in the perfect position to tongue her clit again.

He spread out against her most sensitive spot and slid his tongue back and forth, applying more pressure this time. Sabrina seemed to love it. She tossed back her head and let her mouth hang open as she whimpered. 

“Fuuuuuck!” cried Sabrina, as another orgasm came crashing through her. She had never felt a climax this intense, not with any of her college hookups, and certainly not with her husband. 

“You’re amazing,” she said, sighing as she rolled off of Scott and onto the bed next to him. 

He pulled her in against his chest and kissed the top of her head.

“You’re the amazing one.”

The next morning, Scott woke up first and was taken aback by the fact that he was in Sabrina’s bed. She was half-tangled underneath the sheets, her hair splayed out around her head like a fan. She must have felt Scott staring at her, because she began to stir.

“Mmm, hi,” she said, stretching her arms over her head. “Have you been awake long?”

“No,” said Scott, smiling. “I was just admiring you.”

Sabrina blushed. She lifted up the sheet. “Get under here next to me!”

“I will, but first. . .”

Then he was between her legs. The bright morning light cut through the blinds as Scott started to worship her pussy again. It was slow and lazy this time. He pulled apart her prickly thighs and started by kissing her over and over on the inside of her legs, working slowly up to the plump lips of her pussy.

“Scott,” moaned Sabrina, “can we stay here all day?”