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Authors: Crystalle Valentino
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for such a lift. And maybe they were right, thought Venny foggily. It was charming. You could see the corridor and the stairwell through the meshed steel bars as the lift ponderously descended. It was a nice lift.
‘Don’t nod off on me,’ said Micky.
Venny opened her eyes with a jolt. She had been going to sleep, right here against the cold lift wall. She shook her head a little to clear it. Micky was standing very close to her.
‘So houris drain their victims, do they?’ he asked, his eyes twinkling blue as neon.
‘They do,’ said Venny positively. Ten out of ten, full marks. She wasn’t slurring her words at all.
‘So.’ He leaned both hands on the wall, one on either side of her head. Venny glanced at the hands. Long and thin, dextrous. She liked his hands. She looked up into the laughing blue eyes. ‘Drain me, Venny. Drain meto the dregs,’ he said, and his head came down and his mouth covered hers in a hot, enveloping kiss.
Wow, she thought. Oh, holy wow.
Either this man was a great kisser or she was even drunker than she’d thought. She swayed into the kiss, into his arms. She felt how hard his body was, how stiff his cock against her belly. The suit he wore was soft, summer-weight, silky. Such thin material. And with her belly naked as it was, with only the tiny thong and the purple chiffon covering her crotch and her legs, she could feel the whole length of his cock. As his tongue entered her mouth and teased her own, her hands dropped irresistibly between their bodies to feel him.
She outlined the big rearing organ with her hands, smoothing the fabric that covered it, marvelling at its concealed strength. Her touch had the desired effect. Micky’s mouth left hers suddenly and his head went down with a moan of pleasure. He stretched out a hand and the lift juddered to a halt beside the stairs. Anyone using those stairs could see them in here, Venny thought. And she found that she didn’t care. As Micky’s mouth sucked on one rock-hard nipple, she clutched his head with her hands and sighed with complete delight, throwing her head back in abandon.
‘I haven’t been able to take my eyes off these all night,’ muttered Micky, changing over to the other breast in case it should feel it was being neglected. Then his mouth was too busy for speech.
Venny leaned back and let him take her tits into his mouth with long, greedy sucks and kisses. Her cunt feltlike liquid fire, wide open and flowing like honey. Her clitoris twitched and rose so that she pressed her hips against his, seeking release from this crazily mounting inner pressure.
Micky’s mouth left her nipples and trailed downwards. His hands clutched at the narrower indentation of her waist and his lips anointed the skin of her belly until the skin fluttered and she moaned louder. Then his hands slipped down, and were suddenly under the sides of the thong and beneath the flimsy chiffon of her harem pants, and he pushed both down around her ankles so that she was totally naked for him now – or at least only wearing the crossed gold belts at her breast, and her jewellery.
With a long gasp of pleasure Micky ran a hand down over her neat little toffee-coloured bush and, with one deft movement, his outspread fingers pushed her legs apart so that he could see how wet and ready for him she was. Venny was panting helplessly now, almost lying against the lift wall for support. Micky went down onto his knees and stuck his tongue out to tickle her clitoris. Then he moved in closer to suck at the tender little nub while his hand moved back and found her opening. His thumb slid easily into her. Venny cried out and ground her hips mindlessly against his probing mouth, begging him for more.
And Micky gave it. Through half-open eyes Venny was aware of someone – a girl – passing the lift as she went downstairs, and pausing for a moment to look at the enticing scene inside it; the man on his knees, hishead buried between the wide-spread legs of
‘Don’t nod off on me,’ said Micky.
Venny opened her eyes with a jolt. She had been going to sleep, right here against the cold lift wall. She shook her head a little to clear it. Micky was standing very close to her.
‘So houris drain their victims, do they?’ he asked, his eyes twinkling blue as neon.
‘They do,’ said Venny positively. Ten out of ten, full marks. She wasn’t slurring her words at all.
‘So.’ He leaned both hands on the wall, one on either side of her head. Venny glanced at the hands. Long and thin, dextrous. She liked his hands. She looked up into the laughing blue eyes. ‘Drain me, Venny. Drain meto the dregs,’ he said, and his head came down and his mouth covered hers in a hot, enveloping kiss.
Wow, she thought. Oh, holy wow.
Either this man was a great kisser or she was even drunker than she’d thought. She swayed into the kiss, into his arms. She felt how hard his body was, how stiff his cock against her belly. The suit he wore was soft, summer-weight, silky. Such thin material. And with her belly naked as it was, with only the tiny thong and the purple chiffon covering her crotch and her legs, she could feel the whole length of his cock. As his tongue entered her mouth and teased her own, her hands dropped irresistibly between their bodies to feel him.
She outlined the big rearing organ with her hands, smoothing the fabric that covered it, marvelling at its concealed strength. Her touch had the desired effect. Micky’s mouth left hers suddenly and his head went down with a moan of pleasure. He stretched out a hand and the lift juddered to a halt beside the stairs. Anyone using those stairs could see them in here, Venny thought. And she found that she didn’t care. As Micky’s mouth sucked on one rock-hard nipple, she clutched his head with her hands and sighed with complete delight, throwing her head back in abandon.
‘I haven’t been able to take my eyes off these all night,’ muttered Micky, changing over to the other breast in case it should feel it was being neglected. Then his mouth was too busy for speech.
Venny leaned back and let him take her tits into his mouth with long, greedy sucks and kisses. Her cunt feltlike liquid fire, wide open and flowing like honey. Her clitoris twitched and rose so that she pressed her hips against his, seeking release from this crazily mounting inner pressure.
Micky’s mouth left her nipples and trailed downwards. His hands clutched at the narrower indentation of her waist and his lips anointed the skin of her belly until the skin fluttered and she moaned louder. Then his hands slipped down, and were suddenly under the sides of the thong and beneath the flimsy chiffon of her harem pants, and he pushed both down around her ankles so that she was totally naked for him now – or at least only wearing the crossed gold belts at her breast, and her jewellery.
With a long gasp of pleasure Micky ran a hand down over her neat little toffee-coloured bush and, with one deft movement, his outspread fingers pushed her legs apart so that he could see how wet and ready for him she was. Venny was panting helplessly now, almost lying against the lift wall for support. Micky went down onto his knees and stuck his tongue out to tickle her clitoris. Then he moved in closer to suck at the tender little nub while his hand moved back and found her opening. His thumb slid easily into her. Venny cried out and ground her hips mindlessly against his probing mouth, begging him for more.
And Micky gave it. Through half-open eyes Venny was aware of someone – a girl – passing the lift as she went downstairs, and pausing for a moment to look at the enticing scene inside it; the man on his knees, hishead buried between the wide-spread legs of
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