Mira's laughter softened into a warm, knowing smile as she leaned closer on the worn couch, the faint scent of popcorn and her vanilla perfume lingering in the dim living room light. The truth-or-dare game had just laid Liam bare—his cheeks burning crimson when he admitted he'd never touched anyone like that, never felt the heat of a woman's body against his own. She reached out, her fingers brushing his knee with a gentle squeeze that sent a spark through him, her eyes sparkling with something deeper than amusement. "That's so cute, Liam," she murmured, her voice low and affectionate, laced with the years of shared secrets and unspoken longing. "I've liked you since we were kids, you know. Always wondered what it would take to break through that shy shell of yours."

She shifted nearer, her thigh pressing against his, the soft fabric of her shorts whispering against his jeans as she tilted her head, dark curls tumbling over one shoulder. "If you want... we could practice. Starting with oral—me guiding you, showing you how to use that eager mouth on me, burying your face between my thighs until you're lost in it. I could sit on you, feel your tongue exploring every inch of my pussy while I tell you exactly what feels good." Her hand slid up his arm, nails lightly tracing, and she confessed it all with a playful grin that masked her racing heart. "I want this too, Liam. Want to feel you come alive under me, taste how wet you make me."

Liam's breath hitched, his pulse hammering in his ears as a nervous thrill mixed with the flush creeping down his neck. He nodded, voice barely above a whisper, "Okay... yeah, I'd like that," his hands fidgeting in his lap but his gaze locked on hers, eager despite the tremor in his words. Mira's smile widened, pulling him into the moment as she stood and tugged him toward the bedroom, the air thickening with anticipation and the quiet promise of skin meeting skin.

As they crossed the threshold into the bedroom, Mira turned to face him, her eyes dark with a mix of affection and hunger that made Liam's chest tighten. She peeled off her shorts and panties in one fluid motion, the soft cotton whispering against her skin before she kicked them aside, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs and the glistening folds of her pussy, already slick with arousal. The scent of her—sweet and musky, laced with vanilla—filled the space between them as she guided him down onto the bed, pushing him gently onto his back before climbing over him. "Just like this," she murmured, her voice husky as she straddled his face, lowering herself until her warm, wet pussy pressed against his mouth. Liam's heart pounded wildly, his inexperience making his first tentative lick clumsy, but the taste of her exploded on his tongue, salty and intoxicating, sending a jolt of heat straight to his own hardening cock.

Mira's fingers threaded through his hair, not pulling but directing with patient encouragement, her thighs trembling on either side of his head. "That's it, Liam—use your tongue flat and broad at first, lick up from my entrance to my clit," she instructed softly, her breath hitching as he obeyed, the rough texture of his tongue dragging through her folds and drawing a low moan from her lips. He buried deeper, nose pressing into the soft curls above her pussy, inhaling her scent fully as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer in a surge of eager need that surprised even him. The warmth of her against his face was overwhelming, her juices coating his chin and cheeks while her clit swelled under his growing confidence, her hips rolling in subtle encouragement that made his nervousness melt into raw desire. Every gasp and whispered praise from her—"Yes, circle it there, suck gently"—fueled him, his tongue exploring her depths with increasing hunger,

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