you
don’t want to watch a movie,” I commented, sitting down at the table.
“What, are you
kidding me? I haven’t seen you for almost two days, Lana. I want to soak up
every bit of you.”
I swallowed a big
gulp of wine nervously. Michael was looking at me intensely. “What are you
thinking?” I whispered.
“That here I am
buying you sexy lingerie, and you already look sexy as fuck in that t-shirt,
which I want to rip right off of you.”
“Maybe I should
put the lingerie on now, and let you rip that off instead?” I suggested in a
low voice. “Are you even hungry?” My stomach was such a bundle of nerves that I
wasn’t sure I could eat.
“I’m fucking
starving. For you.”
It was all the
encouragement I needed. I went to Michael’s bedroom and took the lingerie back
out of the bag. I slipped into the sexy underwear and pulled the corset around
my body. Once I got the eyelet hooks on the front of the bodice all clasped
together, it pushed my boobs up, making them look a lot bigger.
Barefoot, I padded
into the bathroom to look at myself in the full-length mirror. I did a double
take at my reflection.
I had never seen
myself looking like this…like a vixen.
“Does it fit?”
Michael called. He had come into the bedroom.
“See what you
think?” I asked, walking out for him to take a look.
I’ve never seen
someone’s jaw literally drop open, but that’s what happened when Michael saw
me. “Holy, shit, you look like a model, Lana. Really sexy. I mean, look what
you do to me,” he said pointing at his erection.
“I know what I
haven’t done for you yet,” I said in a sultry voice. Feeling confident, like I
should take charge, I walked over to Michael and pushed him down on the bed. I
yanked off his jeans and underwear.
“Lana, you don’t
have to,” Michael was saying.
“But I want to.” I
put him inside my mouth. Even though I’d never given a guy a blowjob before, I
didn’t have to stop to think what I should do. I just let instinct take over.
“You’re really
good at that,” Michael said in between moans. He reached down and ran his
fingers through my hair.
I kept pulling him
in and out of my mouth, lost in the moment, loving Michael’s reaction to each
pull.
“Baby, I’m so
close; you’d better stop.”
I paused and
looked up at him. “Then why don’t you cum? Just relax.”
Michael struggled
to a sitting position, his face flushed. “That outfit was supposed to be about you ,
not me, I swear it,” he said, laughing. I stood up.
Now it was his
turn to push me down on the bed. I readily pulled him on top of me. I was just
as turned on as he was after having his cock in my mouth.
“Your turn, Lana,”
he whispered. Without taking off any of my clothes, he pushed the tiny panties
to the side and slid his tongue against me. I opened my legs wider,
surrendering to the wonderful sensation.
I could feel the
pressure, that sensual, titillating pressure that I had gotten so used to
feeling right before an orgasm. Now it was my turn to tell Michael to stop.
“Don’t you want to feel me cum around you?” I asked him.
He looked up just
long enough to say, “Of course I want to feel you cum around my dick; that’s
why I’m going to make you cum at least twice.”
So I let myself
fully go, gave into the pressure looking to be released. When I had finished,
Michael got up from the bottom of the bed. As he had promised, he slowly pulled
off the lingerie. He unbuckled from the top downwards, clasp by clasp, until my
breasts spilled out over the bodice.
He softly kissed
and licked over every inch of my exposed breasts and hardened nipples. My body
moved uncontrollably under his. When the top was completely off, he kissed all
the way down my stomach to my underwear and pulled those down with his teeth.
Totally naked now,
I spread my legs as wide as possible and grabbed Michael around his waist,
pulling him down deep inside of me. We both moaned with pleasure. Maybe it
don’t want to watch a movie,” I commented, sitting down at the table.
“What, are you
kidding me? I haven’t seen you for almost two days, Lana. I want to soak up
every bit of you.”
I swallowed a big
gulp of wine nervously. Michael was looking at me intensely. “What are you
thinking?” I whispered.
“That here I am
buying you sexy lingerie, and you already look sexy as fuck in that t-shirt,
which I want to rip right off of you.”
“Maybe I should
put the lingerie on now, and let you rip that off instead?” I suggested in a
low voice. “Are you even hungry?” My stomach was such a bundle of nerves that I
wasn’t sure I could eat.
“I’m fucking
starving. For you.”
It was all the
encouragement I needed. I went to Michael’s bedroom and took the lingerie back
out of the bag. I slipped into the sexy underwear and pulled the corset around
my body. Once I got the eyelet hooks on the front of the bodice all clasped
together, it pushed my boobs up, making them look a lot bigger.
Barefoot, I padded
into the bathroom to look at myself in the full-length mirror. I did a double
take at my reflection.
I had never seen
myself looking like this…like a vixen.
“Does it fit?”
Michael called. He had come into the bedroom.
“See what you
think?” I asked, walking out for him to take a look.
I’ve never seen
someone’s jaw literally drop open, but that’s what happened when Michael saw
me. “Holy, shit, you look like a model, Lana. Really sexy. I mean, look what
you do to me,” he said pointing at his erection.
“I know what I
haven’t done for you yet,” I said in a sultry voice. Feeling confident, like I
should take charge, I walked over to Michael and pushed him down on the bed. I
yanked off his jeans and underwear.
“Lana, you don’t
have to,” Michael was saying.
“But I want to.” I
put him inside my mouth. Even though I’d never given a guy a blowjob before, I
didn’t have to stop to think what I should do. I just let instinct take over.
“You’re really
good at that,” Michael said in between moans. He reached down and ran his
fingers through my hair.
I kept pulling him
in and out of my mouth, lost in the moment, loving Michael’s reaction to each
pull.
“Baby, I’m so
close; you’d better stop.”
I paused and
looked up at him. “Then why don’t you cum? Just relax.”
Michael struggled
to a sitting position, his face flushed. “That outfit was supposed to be about you ,
not me, I swear it,” he said, laughing. I stood up.
Now it was his
turn to push me down on the bed. I readily pulled him on top of me. I was just
as turned on as he was after having his cock in my mouth.
“Your turn, Lana,”
he whispered. Without taking off any of my clothes, he pushed the tiny panties
to the side and slid his tongue against me. I opened my legs wider,
surrendering to the wonderful sensation.
I could feel the
pressure, that sensual, titillating pressure that I had gotten so used to
feeling right before an orgasm. Now it was my turn to tell Michael to stop.
“Don’t you want to feel me cum around you?” I asked him.
He looked up just
long enough to say, “Of course I want to feel you cum around my dick; that’s
why I’m going to make you cum at least twice.”
So I let myself
fully go, gave into the pressure looking to be released. When I had finished,
Michael got up from the bottom of the bed. As he had promised, he slowly pulled
off the lingerie. He unbuckled from the top downwards, clasp by clasp, until my
breasts spilled out over the bodice.
He softly kissed
and licked over every inch of my exposed breasts and hardened nipples. My body
moved uncontrollably under his. When the top was completely off, he kissed all
the way down my stomach to my underwear and pulled those down with his teeth.
Totally naked now,
I spread my legs as wide as possible and grabbed Michael around his waist,
pulling him down deep inside of me. We both moaned with pleasure. Maybe it
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