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expose her bruised yet healing injuries. Fading yellow remnants filled with shades of light blue and green made outlines of my hands.
I kissed each outline of my fingers on her shoulder. How do I fix this? This is the second time I hurt her.
“Don't start what you're not going to finish, Peter.” Chrissy's sensual words snapped me from my funk.
“And who said I wasn’t?” I retorted defiantly.
“Are you?”
“You are just as sassy as Beth, you know?”
“Not hardly,” she said flatly with a roll of her eyes.
“And that’s all I need to know about that subject. What makes you think I won't finish?”
“I didn’t think you were interested in me.”
“I’m not relationship material. I don’t know how to date.”
“So, let’s not date. We can just … be.”
Christina pulled me into her apartment by my shirt and slammed the door behind her. Not sassy, my ass.
When the door slammed, Christina thought she had the upper-hand, but her munchkin self was no match for my 6’2” frame towering over her. She tried in vain to push me against the door. She couldn’t move me if her life depended on it. Slowly, I guided her backward to the couch, my eyes locked on hers. When the back of her knees hit the edge of the couch, she didn't sit. She was just being willful. I knew I could crumble her resolve.
I captured her mouth with mine and she gave herself to me. She sighed into my mouth, and I devoured her still tasting the residual caramel on her tongue. Still standing, I kissed my way to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe, and with both hands on her ass, pulled her into me. When I sucked on her neck, she melted in my arms and her knees caved as I lowered her onto the couch.
Before her ass sank into the cushions, I pulled on her back pockets and pulled her baggy uniform pants halfway down her buttcheeks. She gasped and looked at me with wide eyes and I stopped. Shit, maybe I went too far. Christina bit her lip and plucked open the front button of her pants and slid the zipper down, never taking her eyes off of mine. Bingo, just didn't want torn pants.
With a green light, I kneeled down, pulled her pants down her hips and legs taking her slip-on, regulation, black shoes off with her pants. Her chest heaved up and down but she stayed put with her eyes locked on me. When I grabbed her feet and pushed them out to the side, her legs opened wide for me. Christina was sassy, for sure, but under her uniform her rebellion showed with her black socks sporting T-Rexes. I could guarantee she wouldn't have worn the cute bikini panties with a picture of a kitten over her kitty if she knew she would be spread out for me tonight on her sofa. If she liked dinosaurs, I would make her roar my name before I was done with her.
She didn't move a muscle. I positioned her and she stayed put, but every move I made and every caress from her ankle to the apex of her legs her eyes followed. I could smell her arousal and her kitten panties darkened with the dampness that soaked them. I cupped her sex and her body tensed as I continued kissing my way to her belly. Her wet heat warmed my hand and I waited until her body slackened again and she moaned before I nuzzled my nose into the waistband of her kitten.
Her response to my touch aroused me even more. My cock was straining against my jeans as I was still overly dressed for the occasion but I wasn't stopping or even getting started yet. This was all about Christina. She wasn't a dead fish; she was letting me take the lead, and I was going to lead her straight over the edge of oblivion.
I was just getting started and the party would have to move to the bedroom eventually, but not before I heard her cum for me at least once. I slid her panties to the side and ran my fingers through her slickness. I didn't even reach her breasts yet; she still had her uniform shirt on with the light beam logo on the breast pocket but the smell of her arousal overwhelmed my senses and I
I kissed each outline of my fingers on her shoulder. How do I fix this? This is the second time I hurt her.
“Don't start what you're not going to finish, Peter.” Chrissy's sensual words snapped me from my funk.
“And who said I wasn’t?” I retorted defiantly.
“Are you?”
“You are just as sassy as Beth, you know?”
“Not hardly,” she said flatly with a roll of her eyes.
“And that’s all I need to know about that subject. What makes you think I won't finish?”
“I didn’t think you were interested in me.”
“I’m not relationship material. I don’t know how to date.”
“So, let’s not date. We can just … be.”
Christina pulled me into her apartment by my shirt and slammed the door behind her. Not sassy, my ass.
When the door slammed, Christina thought she had the upper-hand, but her munchkin self was no match for my 6’2” frame towering over her. She tried in vain to push me against the door. She couldn’t move me if her life depended on it. Slowly, I guided her backward to the couch, my eyes locked on hers. When the back of her knees hit the edge of the couch, she didn't sit. She was just being willful. I knew I could crumble her resolve.
I captured her mouth with mine and she gave herself to me. She sighed into my mouth, and I devoured her still tasting the residual caramel on her tongue. Still standing, I kissed my way to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe, and with both hands on her ass, pulled her into me. When I sucked on her neck, she melted in my arms and her knees caved as I lowered her onto the couch.
Before her ass sank into the cushions, I pulled on her back pockets and pulled her baggy uniform pants halfway down her buttcheeks. She gasped and looked at me with wide eyes and I stopped. Shit, maybe I went too far. Christina bit her lip and plucked open the front button of her pants and slid the zipper down, never taking her eyes off of mine. Bingo, just didn't want torn pants.
With a green light, I kneeled down, pulled her pants down her hips and legs taking her slip-on, regulation, black shoes off with her pants. Her chest heaved up and down but she stayed put with her eyes locked on me. When I grabbed her feet and pushed them out to the side, her legs opened wide for me. Christina was sassy, for sure, but under her uniform her rebellion showed with her black socks sporting T-Rexes. I could guarantee she wouldn't have worn the cute bikini panties with a picture of a kitten over her kitty if she knew she would be spread out for me tonight on her sofa. If she liked dinosaurs, I would make her roar my name before I was done with her.
She didn't move a muscle. I positioned her and she stayed put, but every move I made and every caress from her ankle to the apex of her legs her eyes followed. I could smell her arousal and her kitten panties darkened with the dampness that soaked them. I cupped her sex and her body tensed as I continued kissing my way to her belly. Her wet heat warmed my hand and I waited until her body slackened again and she moaned before I nuzzled my nose into the waistband of her kitten.
Her response to my touch aroused me even more. My cock was straining against my jeans as I was still overly dressed for the occasion but I wasn't stopping or even getting started yet. This was all about Christina. She wasn't a dead fish; she was letting me take the lead, and I was going to lead her straight over the edge of oblivion.
I was just getting started and the party would have to move to the bedroom eventually, but not before I heard her cum for me at least once. I slid her panties to the side and ran my fingers through her slickness. I didn't even reach her breasts yet; she still had her uniform shirt on with the light beam logo on the breast pocket but the smell of her arousal overwhelmed my senses and I
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