Lauren didn’t speak at first, waiting for him to finish unbuttoning her blouse and shrugging it off, dropping it on the floor. She unclasped her bra, pulling it off impatiently. She didn’t intend on sleeping with him, not yet. From the moment she had her hand on his cock, she wanted more of it.<br/><br/>She leaned toward him, until her lips were at his ear. “I want you to stop.” She said simply, pulling away and rising from the couch just to drop in front of him, her upper half completely bare, breasts on display. She rested her hands on his knees, pushing them apart as she leaned toward his cock. She didn’t want to feel him, she wanted to taste him.<br/><br/>She kissed the tip of his cock lightly before taking him in her mouth, something she’d never done for Andrew before, but she had done before. Taking advantage of her lack of a gag reflex, she took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, running her tongue along him. She felt so... dirty, as cliche as it was. Andrew could come back, his wife could wake up, and they could catch her with Richard’s cock in her mouth.