The air between us thickened as he pressed himself against me, his desire unmistakable. I glanced at Meg, but she was engrossed in her movie, oblivious to the tension building in the kitchen. His hands found my breasts, kneading them with a hunger that made my breath catch.
“You love sucking my dick, huh?”
I moaned my response and he kept the barrage coming.
“Such a nasty slut”.
“I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you and make you cum all over my dick”. “Look at how good you look on your knees serving me”.
“Such a filthy dick loving little slut”.
He knew that she was an expert in submission and obedience. He also knew that she could be a little bit of a smart mouth…He was wondering how long the good girl act would play out….He wanted to see her soul…The sweat and tears of her… He wanted to see her soul.
I slowly parted my knees and thighs. My hands were still cuffed to the chair so there was no escape. I was dizzy with anticipation. You brushed your lips across my cheek and whispered, “That’s my good little slut. Open them wide for me.” I felt one hand on my thigh and your breath on the other.
The distinct voices of two men tickle her ears. “I know these voices” Sheena thinks to herself, “but from where?”. A screen door slams and the second voice is now closer. “What You got for me today Sir?”, says the approaching voice. “A freshly picked sunflower Brother”.
He grabs her hip and pulls her closer to him, pushing his pulsating mass against her through layers of clothing. She takes a sharp inhale, entangling her fingers in his long locs as she lifts her leg, wrapping it around him. He grips her thigh in response, and a soft sigh escapes her lips.
Cameron’s face was buried in the smooth cocoa skin of her torso now. Breathing her in, Mia was all he could smell, see, hear, feel, taste. He was drunk with her, and he felt himself disappearing more and more, being consumed with something foreign… something powerful, more powerful than anything he’d ever felt.
Instinctively, I rubbed my ass against her. She responded by grinding against me. With my hand still holding on to her thigh, I dug my nails in her skin. She responded by sucking on
my neck, as if she was still trying to turn me on.
My tongue, strong and wet, meets its match between her strong thighs. Her moist folds welcome me and my curious mouth. I’ve visited numerous times before but every time feels like the first.
After weeks of struggling to find a date, and months without feeling his touch, she would finally be back in Jack’s arms this afternoon. And tonight, they would have a new adventure, testing and fulfilling their desires at P – Atlanta’s premier swing club.
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