I kept gently stroking Catherine's pussy, and when I touched her clit, my fingers paused for a moment before pressing down and continuing to stroke her.
After a few rounds, Catherine's breathing got heavier, her warm breath brushing against my ear, and she stopped rubbing my cock.
I wanted to thrust my cock into her right now, but I could feel that her vagina was still dry.
Catherine was wearing cotton panties, thicker than the ones Sophia and Grace wore, so I pulled them to the side.
Her plump, round pussy was exposed, and I touched her slit with my middle finger.
There was just a little bit of moisture on my finger. If it were another guy, it might be enough, but given the size of my cock and the fact that Catherine was new to lovemaking, she would surely be unable to endure it and get hurt.
I had to change my plan.
I stood up and positioned Catherine against the back of the sofa.
Her sofa was big, so even leaning back, she could stretch her legs out or lie down straight.
I spread her legs apart and leaned in between them, exhaling a deep breath. My warm breath made her pussy contract involuntarily.
"What are you doing?" Catherine's voice was a bit hoarse.
"You're too dry, so I need to use some liquid from elsewhere to help," I said, my voice thick with desire.
"Don't... it's dirty," Catherine tried to push my head away.
"It's okay, I don't mind. We did this last night, remember?"
"I showered last night, not tonight. It's dirty, stop."
"Perfect, I'll help clean you up."
I held her thighs and pushed her butt a little closer to me.
First, I rubbed the surface of her pussy with the tip of my nose, then focused on her clit for a bit.
Then I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her.
I didn't notice any strange smell, just a faint scent of laundry detergent.
Maybe her pussy had been covered by her panties all day, and the detergent scent lingered.
While licking her, I rubbed her clit with my nose.
Every time I did, her clit trembled uncontrollably.
Before long, my nose was covered with tiny droplets, showing that this time, things were moving faster than last night.
Last night, it took forever to get just a few drops of moisture.
I curled the tip of my tongue to make it narrower, forming a small circle, and then slid it into her pussy.
My tongue acted like a mini cock, moving in and out of her, with some saliva mixing in.
I did this about fifty times, and her pussy got much wetter, with droplets forming around it, either from her or my saliva.
Catherine grabbed my hair tightly as I licked her, like she wanted to pull it from my scalp, while she kept biting her lip, staying silent.
While kissing her, I whispered in a hoarse voice, "Your pussy is so full... so beautiful... so delicious. Sweetheart... your pussy is so pink... I love it so much... so delicious!"
Then, I opened my lips and sucked the moisture from her, like I was drinking water, trying to draw out more.
"Delicious... I love you so much."
While sucking her, I reached up to press on her pussy.
As I sucked, I rubbed her pussy and clit quickly with my hand, trying to get more moisture.
Catherine moaned twice, unable to control herself.
Realizing what she did, she quickly covered her mouth to keep quiet.
"Sweetheart... I want to hear you pant for me... I want to hear you moan... Sweetheart."
I reached up to her breast and started kneading it.
Her breasts were soft, not too big, but just right to fit in my hand. The feel was just as good as Scarlett and Hannah's.
After kneading for nearly ten minutes, I tore off the breast sticker on her, revealing some marks near her nipples from the sticker. By now, her pussy was wet enough from my mouth, and my fingers could bring out a lot of liquid. Even if I went deeper, I could still bring out some liquid.
I left her pussy and climbed on top of her, one hand kneading her breast, the other wrapping her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard.
As I sucked, I made a sound like a baby nursing, making her breathing heavier.
"Be gentle... it feels like you're going to bite it off."
"Bite off what?" I asked, my voice rough but with a hint of playfulness. "What am I biting now?"
I wanted her to say it, to see her get shy.
"Don't tease me... please."
Catherine circled my chest with her finger, making me ticklish.
Even though she was pleading, it felt more like she was flirting.
"Then tell me, who am I to you?"
"Boyfriend."
"Then what do you want to call me?"
"Sweetheart?"
"No, that's what I call you, you can't copy it, pick another one."
Catherine got a little mad and hit my chest, even biting my shoulder.