ditzy-dolls:Kelly shifted from one foot to the other, anxious. She curled and uncurled her toes, b
ditzy-dolls: Kelly shifted from one foot to the other, anxious. She curled and uncurled her toes, bit her lip, took a deep breath and tried to let it out slowly and smoothly. Her heart was racing. She covered her breasts with her arms, and could feel her nipples poking them. Her mouth was dry. She couldn’t keep still. All the while, Bobby just watched her. He didn’t speak. Barely moved. Kelly didn’t understand what he was doing to her, or how, but clearly he was doing something? Why else would she feel like this? Why else would she be standing here like this? She suddenly felt the urge to remove her panties. Or maybe it wasn’t sudden. She’d known it was coming ever since she took off everything else. It was more like all her nervous energy was given a shape, a focus - her panties. They had to go. She squirmed, resistant for a second or two - did she really want to be naked, totally naked, in front of Bobby? But it didn’t last. The pressure and anxiety was unbearable. She hooked her thumbs through the elastic band and wiggled herself out of them, feet getting a bit tangled as she kicked them away. Bobby just watched. Kelly felt humiliated, standing there, naked and restless and unable to explain why. Bobby’s eyes roamed her body, lingering in spots she’d rather have covered. She tensed and relaxed muscles, tried to control her breathing, and wondered what she was doing there. “Bobby, I want to get out of here…” she said, her voice thin, unsure. What was happening to her? She was usually so sure of herself, so confident. “So go,” Bobby said, as though it couldn’t have mattered less to her. But Kelly’s feet were rooted to the floor. The idea of turning around, of leaving, of not being here… it made her stomach sour. She couldn’t do it. Couldn’t even start. The anxiety was rising up again, swelling to fill her, and Kelly knew she had to do something. Had to move, or jump, or run, or scream - she was so filled with nervous energy she felt like it was leaking out of her. But all the while she was stuck, frozen in place, pinned down by Bobby’s eyes, so all she could do was wait and shift and squirm until- Bobby shifted his legs, and the answer thrust itself into Kelly’s mind. It wasn’t like before, like it had been with her clothes. She’d had real clear and specific thoughts then - a need to strip. A pressure to remove her panties. This was different. It wasn’t one single direction she could follow. It was a concept, an ideal that all her energy was oriented towards. Bobby’s cock. She wanted to see it. To touch it. To taste it, to feel it on her face, in her mouth. It was there, under his jeans, just… there. Kelly couldn’t sit still, knowing it was so close. Bobby reached down, hand on his zipper. Kelly heard herself whimper a little bit. “Bobby,” she said, mouth dry, voice soft. “I don’t… I don’t understand what’s happening to me, I don’t understand…” Bobby looked at her. “You don’t have to,” he said, as he pulled his cock out. The sound that escaped Kelly’s mouth wasn’t words. It wasn’t a moan, exactly, or a whimper. It was a pure animal sound of need. She dropped to the floor, hard, and she knew she’d have bruises on her knees tomorrow. Didn’t matter. She crawled towards Bobby, fast and awkward, rushing. His cock was right there, hanging in front of her, thick and hard and there, the only thing in her vision, and then it was in her mouth, and then she was sucking, and then everything else just went away. -- source link
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