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then. Her skin so soft and supple. The way she is bound and positioned, like some kind of human sacrifice. The way her eyes dart nervously about the room as though begging for us to join her. Begging for us to please her. It's erotic. That's what it is. This whole fucking thing. It's erotic. Even the room smells erotic. The shadows that hide the frayed carpet. The old bed, the fogged up windows. Her pussy. Her purpose.
I trail my hands across her belly, brushing the skin lightly. I can’t help myself. It's warm inside there. I trace the veins up her arms, feeling the blood pulse below the skin, wild and erratic. I want that life spilled out all over the carpet. I want her drained until there is nothing left. I want to see all of this in her eyes, like a universe shutting down, until there is nothing left but a pair of glassy marbles in waxy skin.
Christopher has removed his trousers and mounted the bed, kneeling now in between her legs. His thick cock pushes insistently at the fabric of his boxer-shorts, desperate to be released. Wherever Bone is, Christopher isn't waiting for him. I need no encouragement to join him. I lift my T-shirt over my head and slip easily out of my jeans. I may be a virgin, but I'm not prepared to let it hold me back. Her eyes go to me and without needing to hear it, I can tell she approves.
Christopher wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close to him. I can feel the edge of the mattress press into the skin below my knee. These are the details that matter.
"Touch her", he says, nodding encouragingly. "Touch her pussy like you want yours to be touched."
I trail my hand from her kneecap up her inner thigh. As I do so, I feel Christopher's fingers on my skin, working their way towards my panties. I part my legs slightly to accommodate them. We lock eyes, her and me, as my fingers glide delicately across her pussy lips. Back and forth, gently like that he goes. Careful. Considerate. Practiced.
"You're so wet", Christopher says, a wedge of cotton caught inside my lips, as he teases my hole, the stub of his finger gliding back and forth across my slit, from my ass-hole up to the fat nub of swollen nerve endings that make out my clitoris. Every so often he teases at the edge of the fabric, the hem that traps my sex inside.
I can feel it crawling up my back. I can see it reflected in the charge bound up below me. There is a thin bead of sweat on her skin, rolling between the swollen mounds of tight sensitive skin that form her perfect breasts. Mine I take with my free hand. Out of the cup of my bra pops my hardened nipple. I squeeze it and feel a rush of energy bend my knee forwards.
My finger is at the edge of her pussy hole, and I can tell she is desperate for me to push it inside her. I tease it instead, nudging at the warm edges every so often but careful not to break inside. The longer I wait, the better it will be. She's just as wet as I am, just as horny. Christopher watches on, his cock throbbing against the tightened fabric of his boxer-shorts, a patch of pre-cum darkening the cotton where it hugs his form. I want it.
I want it in my mouth and in my hands. I want it inside me.
It's Christopher who takes off my panties. It's not because I've done it to her, nor because I've asked him. It's because he knows it's time. He doesn't take them all the way off either, but it's better like that. He lowers them to just above the knee, and I watch how excited it makes him to see the stickiness in the gusset hold them momentarily to my pink, swollen pussy lips. In return, I lean forward, and with him lifted up onto his knees, I pull his boxer shorts down and release his magnificent cock.
His finger slips inside me easily. Moistened by my cum, it penetrates easily into my ass-hole too. As he teases the toughened skin of my button tight anus, threatening every so often to dip his finger inside, and then finally, emphatically doing so, I nearly come.
His cock is thick, and almost impossibly hard.
I trail my hands across her belly, brushing the skin lightly. I can’t help myself. It's warm inside there. I trace the veins up her arms, feeling the blood pulse below the skin, wild and erratic. I want that life spilled out all over the carpet. I want her drained until there is nothing left. I want to see all of this in her eyes, like a universe shutting down, until there is nothing left but a pair of glassy marbles in waxy skin.
Christopher has removed his trousers and mounted the bed, kneeling now in between her legs. His thick cock pushes insistently at the fabric of his boxer-shorts, desperate to be released. Wherever Bone is, Christopher isn't waiting for him. I need no encouragement to join him. I lift my T-shirt over my head and slip easily out of my jeans. I may be a virgin, but I'm not prepared to let it hold me back. Her eyes go to me and without needing to hear it, I can tell she approves.
Christopher wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close to him. I can feel the edge of the mattress press into the skin below my knee. These are the details that matter.
"Touch her", he says, nodding encouragingly. "Touch her pussy like you want yours to be touched."
I trail my hand from her kneecap up her inner thigh. As I do so, I feel Christopher's fingers on my skin, working their way towards my panties. I part my legs slightly to accommodate them. We lock eyes, her and me, as my fingers glide delicately across her pussy lips. Back and forth, gently like that he goes. Careful. Considerate. Practiced.
"You're so wet", Christopher says, a wedge of cotton caught inside my lips, as he teases my hole, the stub of his finger gliding back and forth across my slit, from my ass-hole up to the fat nub of swollen nerve endings that make out my clitoris. Every so often he teases at the edge of the fabric, the hem that traps my sex inside.
I can feel it crawling up my back. I can see it reflected in the charge bound up below me. There is a thin bead of sweat on her skin, rolling between the swollen mounds of tight sensitive skin that form her perfect breasts. Mine I take with my free hand. Out of the cup of my bra pops my hardened nipple. I squeeze it and feel a rush of energy bend my knee forwards.
My finger is at the edge of her pussy hole, and I can tell she is desperate for me to push it inside her. I tease it instead, nudging at the warm edges every so often but careful not to break inside. The longer I wait, the better it will be. She's just as wet as I am, just as horny. Christopher watches on, his cock throbbing against the tightened fabric of his boxer-shorts, a patch of pre-cum darkening the cotton where it hugs his form. I want it.
I want it in my mouth and in my hands. I want it inside me.
It's Christopher who takes off my panties. It's not because I've done it to her, nor because I've asked him. It's because he knows it's time. He doesn't take them all the way off either, but it's better like that. He lowers them to just above the knee, and I watch how excited it makes him to see the stickiness in the gusset hold them momentarily to my pink, swollen pussy lips. In return, I lean forward, and with him lifted up onto his knees, I pull his boxer shorts down and release his magnificent cock.
His finger slips inside me easily. Moistened by my cum, it penetrates easily into my ass-hole too. As he teases the toughened skin of my button tight anus, threatening every so often to dip his finger inside, and then finally, emphatically doing so, I nearly come.
His cock is thick, and almost impossibly hard.
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