Oooh-rah!
Zach slid his palm up the skin of her knee and thigh, then higher. The silken folds of a hairless pussy met his hand. No panties--again! It took only a heartbeat to feel the humid sweetness of her arousal coating the labia. When full comprehension arrived, hunger slammed into his chest and stole his breath. He nearly swallowed his tongue. Her spicy-sweet scent of desire and perfume scent rocked him.
"Fuck, girl," he forced from between clenched teeth.
She gave a sultry laugh and climbed off his lap. She hummed and swayed a seductive dance as she edged her skirt off her hips and let it fall to the floor. The bustier followed, leaving her garbed in nothing but crotch-less panties, gold loops on her ears and one upper arm, and a combination of garters and thigh-high fishnet stockings.
He heard himself make a guttural sound, something between a protest and a rebuke.
She repeated her laugh.
Fuck, the zipper was killing him. He tugged at his pants, trying to ease the constriction, and found an extra inch of space. He had no time to feel relief, though. The blood rushed from his head to his groin, his cock lengthening to take up that extra inch. His balls felt like hot coals.
That goddamned zipper!
He yanked open his pants and breathed a sigh of relief when his fuckmeat thrust up unencumbered. Her gaze dropped to his cock. She licked her lips and gave a low, hungry moan. He tugged off his T-shirt.
"Turn around and sit," he said.
"Oh, is that the way it is?" She repeated her sultry laugh and spun.
The midnight river of her hair swirled like a witch's cape. It settled around her shoulders, contrasting with her pale skin, complementing the inky dark bits of satin and silk that ran the length of her long, long legs. The landscape of her delicious ass gleamed in the kiss of lamplight. The kaleidoscope of colors from the TV screen gilded her chest, arms, and shoulders. The gold band on her bicep bore a serpent's head, the crystal eye giving an impudent wink.
She bent forward and offered the rosette of her ass, obviously thinking that was his target. He growled at the sight, the taboo gateway peeping from between her ass cheeks like a tiny, shy flower bud. His hunger was a ravening beast. He slapped one sweet peach ass cheek, pinking it.
She shivered and whimpered.
"Sit," he repeated.
She twisted, looking confused, and reached for his dick. Did she think to guide it into her body? He pushed her hand away, grabbed her hips, and yanked her down between his thighs.
The feel of that gorgeous ass against his cock spun his head. His dick felt as hot as a rifle barrel after a firefight. A violent desire to fuck slashed into him like the cut of an enemy's knife through his flesh. Hold it together, devil dog.
Her sultry laugh stopped when his knees closed, pushing her legs together and holding them there.
She gasped and went still. "What...um..."
She didn't sound so victorious now, he noted to himself. He slipped a hand between her legs, searched for and found her clit. He moved his fingers in slow circles. He dipped them into her cleft, found and spread the honey of her arousal across the plumping lips of her pussy, then resumed working her clit. In moments, she was sighing and purring, pushing her legs against his as she tried to spread them for a deeper touch.
"Zach," she moaned.
"I know."
When confident he'd spread her body's lube sufficiently, he pulled his hand from her, picked up his T-Shirt, and before she could do more than squeak a protest, he knotted the soft cotton around her knees.
"What are you--"
"I accept your challenge," he repeated.
* * * *
Zach worked his cock between her thighs, slowly piercing the arousal-lubed skin with a long, relentless penetration. The unusual sensation of his hard shaft against the bare and engorged flesh of her pussy sent her senses reeling.
He adjusted himself, adjusted them both in fact, and his fuckmeat contacted her clit. Her world became white light and bliss.
The
Zach slid his palm up the skin of her knee and thigh, then higher. The silken folds of a hairless pussy met his hand. No panties--again! It took only a heartbeat to feel the humid sweetness of her arousal coating the labia. When full comprehension arrived, hunger slammed into his chest and stole his breath. He nearly swallowed his tongue. Her spicy-sweet scent of desire and perfume scent rocked him.
"Fuck, girl," he forced from between clenched teeth.
She gave a sultry laugh and climbed off his lap. She hummed and swayed a seductive dance as she edged her skirt off her hips and let it fall to the floor. The bustier followed, leaving her garbed in nothing but crotch-less panties, gold loops on her ears and one upper arm, and a combination of garters and thigh-high fishnet stockings.
He heard himself make a guttural sound, something between a protest and a rebuke.
She repeated her laugh.
Fuck, the zipper was killing him. He tugged at his pants, trying to ease the constriction, and found an extra inch of space. He had no time to feel relief, though. The blood rushed from his head to his groin, his cock lengthening to take up that extra inch. His balls felt like hot coals.
That goddamned zipper!
He yanked open his pants and breathed a sigh of relief when his fuckmeat thrust up unencumbered. Her gaze dropped to his cock. She licked her lips and gave a low, hungry moan. He tugged off his T-shirt.
"Turn around and sit," he said.
"Oh, is that the way it is?" She repeated her sultry laugh and spun.
The midnight river of her hair swirled like a witch's cape. It settled around her shoulders, contrasting with her pale skin, complementing the inky dark bits of satin and silk that ran the length of her long, long legs. The landscape of her delicious ass gleamed in the kiss of lamplight. The kaleidoscope of colors from the TV screen gilded her chest, arms, and shoulders. The gold band on her bicep bore a serpent's head, the crystal eye giving an impudent wink.
She bent forward and offered the rosette of her ass, obviously thinking that was his target. He growled at the sight, the taboo gateway peeping from between her ass cheeks like a tiny, shy flower bud. His hunger was a ravening beast. He slapped one sweet peach ass cheek, pinking it.
She shivered and whimpered.
"Sit," he repeated.
She twisted, looking confused, and reached for his dick. Did she think to guide it into her body? He pushed her hand away, grabbed her hips, and yanked her down between his thighs.
The feel of that gorgeous ass against his cock spun his head. His dick felt as hot as a rifle barrel after a firefight. A violent desire to fuck slashed into him like the cut of an enemy's knife through his flesh. Hold it together, devil dog.
Her sultry laugh stopped when his knees closed, pushing her legs together and holding them there.
She gasped and went still. "What...um..."
She didn't sound so victorious now, he noted to himself. He slipped a hand between her legs, searched for and found her clit. He moved his fingers in slow circles. He dipped them into her cleft, found and spread the honey of her arousal across the plumping lips of her pussy, then resumed working her clit. In moments, she was sighing and purring, pushing her legs against his as she tried to spread them for a deeper touch.
"Zach," she moaned.
"I know."
When confident he'd spread her body's lube sufficiently, he pulled his hand from her, picked up his T-Shirt, and before she could do more than squeak a protest, he knotted the soft cotton around her knees.
"What are you--"
"I accept your challenge," he repeated.
* * * *
Zach worked his cock between her thighs, slowly piercing the arousal-lubed skin with a long, relentless penetration. The unusual sensation of his hard shaft against the bare and engorged flesh of her pussy sent her senses reeling.
He adjusted himself, adjusted them both in fact, and his fuckmeat contacted her clit. Her world became white light and bliss.
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