(Well, Matt/Karen/Foggy version, because I'm not good at leaving him out)
Foggy has told Matt the hottest thing he’s ever seen is Matt performing oral sex. “Whether it’s on me or somebody else,” he initially said. “Partly because that mouth of yours was made for it, but also, you make it super obvious how much you love doing it.” Later, he surprised Matt by amending that, saying it was actually hotter when he was going down on a woman. “Don’t get me wrong,” he said, “I love getting my dick sucked as much as the next guy, and you sure are good at that. But be honest, Matt, you really, really, *really* love eating pussy.” And Matt blushed, and said, “Yeah,” and wished he could make Foggy understand what it was like for him, to just be *surrounded* by heat and flesh and sex and pleasure. Sometimes he’s felt more immersed in a woman while going down on her than he has when inside her. Now, at least, Foggy has some idea about why Matt loves cunnilingus so much. And Karen should too, now that she too knows his secrets. But she’s still in the process of unlearning what she learned at way too young an age, still getting it through her head her pleasure is not a bother she should be a grateful a man was willing to go to all the trouble for, even still figuring out some of what she wants. They’ve figured out a few things, though. Such as that she likes to be eaten out after being fucked. Which Matt is counting his blessings about. Even though they’re still using condoms(they’re talking about getting tested and Karen going on birth control, but haven’t worked out the details yet), when Matt brings his face down between her thighs he can smell Foggy’s come, also his more general musk and sweat. It’s mixed in thick with the scent of Karen; she’s sticky everywhere, her juices soaked into the sheets below her. It overwhelms Matt before he’s even touched her; he has to take a moment just to breathe it all in. That gets a tiny, frustrated noise out of her, followed by a low, gentle chuckle from Foggy. Matt could hear him shifting behind her, his arms moving to wrap around her. He can tell when her breath catches that his hands have found her breasts; can tell when he listens that he’s gently stroking them. He can’t just watch, not with Karen. Not when she once had men do that with cameras. Even Matt, who literally can’t watch anyway, made sure his hands or mouth was doing something to one of them the entire time Foggy was fucking her earlier. Foggy will do the same. Matt takes his first taste of her with just a flick of his tongue, a tease that draws from her a loud moan he savors almost as much as the warm liquid. “Looking at her up here, Matt,” Foggy murmurs down to him, “I don’t know how much more she can take.” Heeding the notice, Matt brings his mouth forward the final centimeters to her mound.
Matt/Karen version 1/2
Foggy has told Matt the hottest thing he’s ever seen is Matt performing oral sex. “Whether it’s on me or somebody else,” he initially said. “Partly because that mouth of yours was made for it, but also, you make it super obvious how much you love doing it.”
Later, he surprised Matt by amending that, saying it was actually hotter when he was going down on a woman. “Don’t get me wrong,” he said, “I love getting my dick sucked as much as the next guy, and you sure are good at that. But be honest, Matt, you really, really, *really* love eating pussy.”
And Matt blushed, and said, “Yeah,” and wished he could make Foggy understand what it was like for him, to just be *surrounded* by heat and flesh and sex and pleasure. Sometimes he’s felt more immersed in a woman while going down on her than he has when inside her.
Now, at least, Foggy has some idea about why Matt loves cunnilingus so much. And Karen should too, now that she too knows his secrets. But she’s still in the process of unlearning what she learned at way too young an age, still getting it through her head her pleasure is not a bother she should be a grateful a man was willing to go to all the trouble for, even still figuring out some of what she wants.
They’ve figured out a few things, though. Such as that she likes to be eaten out after being fucked. Which Matt is counting his blessings about.
Even though they’re still using condoms(they’re talking about getting tested and Karen going on birth control, but haven’t worked out the details yet), when Matt brings his face down between her thighs he can smell Foggy’s come, also his more general musk and sweat. It’s mixed in thick with the scent of Karen; she’s sticky everywhere, her juices soaked into the sheets below her. It overwhelms Matt before he’s even touched her; he has to take a moment just to breathe it all in.
That gets a tiny, frustrated noise out of her, followed by a low, gentle chuckle from Foggy. Matt could hear him shifting behind her, his arms moving to wrap around her. He can tell when her breath catches that his hands have found her breasts; can tell when he listens that he’s gently stroking them. He can’t just watch, not with Karen. Not when she once had men do that with cameras. Even Matt, who literally can’t watch anyway, made sure his hands or mouth was doing something to one of them the entire time Foggy was fucking her earlier. Foggy will do the same.
Matt takes his first taste of her with just a flick of his tongue, a tease that draws from her a loud moan he savors almost as much as the warm liquid. “Looking at her up here, Matt,” Foggy murmurs down to him, “I don’t know how much more she can take.” Heeding the notice, Matt brings his mouth forward the final centimeters to her mound.