wendyjane:‘Her’ He hadn’t even kissed her yet, but here he was, burried to the hilt in warm, wet cun
wendyjane: ‘Her’ He hadn’t even kissed her yet, but here he was, burried to the hilt in warm, wet cunt. She softly moaned in his lap as she sucked his thumb and rode him. They had been unable to stop looking at eachother on the dance floor. Each of them leering over the shoulder of their dance partner. On impluse he followed her to the smoking room. He sat accross the room from her, smoking in silence. Once they had gone through a half a pack between them, it became clear no one else at the party smoked. He hoped that was the case, when she stood and crossed the room and landed in front of him. He reached a hand up her dress, finding nothing but her wet-hot slit. She wriggled against his fingers and her mouth dropping open. ‘God, she has a mouth like a little, pouting heart,’ he mused to himself. Suddenly, a voice sliced through his brain, “Take it out,” she said. And he did, immediately. She straddled him—he guided her down to his stiff flesh. They gasped as she slid down his shaft; her eyes went bright. He put his hands on her impossibly pretty face. That’s when she nipped at his thumb—catching it in her mouth. The sensation of her tight warmth sliding up and down his rigid flesh as her wet little mouth sucked his thumb, was driving him mad. He frantically thought out elaborate algebraic equations to keep from cuming inside the first minute. She just kept on riding, all the while looking straight into his eyes. Her eyes were light brown—no, gold or amber—and they had him hypnotized. She got tighter somehow, his cock was screaming for release. He was fucking panting with the struggle. His pelvic muscles locking to prevent a spill. “You can cum in me. I just came. I can be very quiet.” She didn’t have to tell him twice. He exploded in her. She seemed to get off on bringing him, more than any woman he’d ever had. She slipped a breast out for him and he caught it in his mouth. He sucked her hard, pink nipple as she milked the last drop of cum from him. Beyond breathless, he straightened his glasses as she dismounted. “You’re not running off, are you?” “I’ve gotta go. Sorry,” she whispered, placing her breast back in her gown. “But I haven’t even gotten a kiss.” he countered, struggling as he zipped up. “You’re a strange man.” She said, smoothing her dress. “Me?!” He was dumfounded—and she was already walking away. Without having made the decision, he was running to catch up to her. As he reached her, he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. She was tall—in heels they were face to face. She tried to twist away, but she didn’t try hard. Now, he had her caught in his gaze, and he leaned in to taste her lips. They were so warm, tasting of peaches and sweat (and faintly of nicotine). “Stay and talk with me,” he offered. “What do you want to talk about?” “You could start by telling me your name.” “You can call me Baby.” “I’ll do that…” -WJ- -- source link