grabbed both of her giant boobs in my hands, bouncing them up and down in her
bra while I looked her in the eyes. “Who do these boobs belong to, Grace?”
She hesitated for a split second.
“Yours,” she whispered.
I slipped my hand inside of her bra
and squeezed hard. “That’s right.” I yanked one of her boobs out and then the
other, slapping them back and forth a few times nice and hard before I took my
finger and trailed it down her stomach to her belly button.
Her eyes were on my fingers, wondering
what I had up my sleeve next.
“You know what else is mine?” I
stopped at the waistband of her shorts and yanked on the elastic, letting it
spring back onto her smooth skin. “That sweet, little pussy, Grace.”
She turned orange and looked down.
I loved the way she still got nervous
whenever I said anything raunchy to her. It was such a fucking turn on. I
reached out spanked her cunt a few times through her shorts. “Has my little
pussy been thinking about me all day?” I ran my hand up and down her inner
thigh, teasing her. I felt so smoldering, I just wanted to pin her down and do
nasty things to her perfect little body.
“I… Cutter.” She smiled shyly. “Of
course, I thought about you.”
“No.” I lunged my hand between her
legs and started rubbing her sour spot tightly back and forth. “Has that tight
little pussy been thinking about me, Grace?” I dug the tip if my nail into her
harder. “Getting turned on about the thought of what was going to happen when I
got back here tonight, huh?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Yes, what?” I pushed her.
“Cutter,” she breathed. “Are you okay?
You seem… tense.”
“Yes, what, Grace?” I pressed her to
say it again.
“I was thinking about what would happen
tonight and it was making me feel… nice.” She moved her flower into me more,
enjoying how good my hand felt in spite of herself.
“It was making you horny, baby?”
She nodded. “So horny.”
I grinned in satisfaction then moved
my hand out of her legs and tugged on her shorts, pulling them down her legs
and pushing them toward the bottom of the mattress. Her panties matched her bra
and she blushed when I smirked. “Tell me how horny I make you, Grace.”
“Very.”
I ran my fingers back and forth over
the silk fabric of her undies. “I bet it made you wet.” I pricked the side of
her pussy. “We’re you walking around soaking yourself in your panties all day
while you thought about me, baby?” I could already feel her juices flowing
freely.
My huge cock jerked forward more and
more, rising up in my jeans.
I could tell she was growing
uncomfortable, not used to guys talking to her in such nasty terms. It just
made me want to do it more. “You were, weren’t you? Were you thinking about
what it would be like to touch yourself while you thought about me, Grace?”
Grace put her hands over her mouth,
trying to not giggle. “Cutter! You’re making me… you’re making me nervous!” She
moved her hands down, placing them over her stomach. “Are you sure you’re
okay?”
“Show me.” I took one of her hands and
moved it down, sticking it halfway down the fabric. “Show me how you touch
yourself when you think about me, Grace.”
She hesitated, unsure.
“It’s okay,” I soothed. “Just relax.”
The thought of her touching herself
right in front of me turned me on to the max and I undid my belt, taking my
hard cock out so I could rub on it while I watched the beautiful show that was
about to play out before me.
“Go ahead, baby, touch yourself nice
and slow.”
She inched her hand down further until
it was directly over her tenderness and then she started tracing small circles
around her clit as she watched me starting to beat my dick right in front of
her.
“Good girl. Yeah, nice and slow,
Grace.” I reached out with my free hand and yanked down her undies so that I
could get a better view. “Good girl, good girl.” I kept saying the words
bra while I looked her in the eyes. “Who do these boobs belong to, Grace?”
She hesitated for a split second.
“Yours,” she whispered.
I slipped my hand inside of her bra
and squeezed hard. “That’s right.” I yanked one of her boobs out and then the
other, slapping them back and forth a few times nice and hard before I took my
finger and trailed it down her stomach to her belly button.
Her eyes were on my fingers, wondering
what I had up my sleeve next.
“You know what else is mine?” I
stopped at the waistband of her shorts and yanked on the elastic, letting it
spring back onto her smooth skin. “That sweet, little pussy, Grace.”
She turned orange and looked down.
I loved the way she still got nervous
whenever I said anything raunchy to her. It was such a fucking turn on. I
reached out spanked her cunt a few times through her shorts. “Has my little
pussy been thinking about me all day?” I ran my hand up and down her inner
thigh, teasing her. I felt so smoldering, I just wanted to pin her down and do
nasty things to her perfect little body.
“I… Cutter.” She smiled shyly. “Of
course, I thought about you.”
“No.” I lunged my hand between her
legs and started rubbing her sour spot tightly back and forth. “Has that tight
little pussy been thinking about me, Grace?” I dug the tip if my nail into her
harder. “Getting turned on about the thought of what was going to happen when I
got back here tonight, huh?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Yes, what?” I pushed her.
“Cutter,” she breathed. “Are you okay?
You seem… tense.”
“Yes, what, Grace?” I pressed her to
say it again.
“I was thinking about what would happen
tonight and it was making me feel… nice.” She moved her flower into me more,
enjoying how good my hand felt in spite of herself.
“It was making you horny, baby?”
She nodded. “So horny.”
I grinned in satisfaction then moved
my hand out of her legs and tugged on her shorts, pulling them down her legs
and pushing them toward the bottom of the mattress. Her panties matched her bra
and she blushed when I smirked. “Tell me how horny I make you, Grace.”
“Very.”
I ran my fingers back and forth over
the silk fabric of her undies. “I bet it made you wet.” I pricked the side of
her pussy. “We’re you walking around soaking yourself in your panties all day
while you thought about me, baby?” I could already feel her juices flowing
freely.
My huge cock jerked forward more and
more, rising up in my jeans.
I could tell she was growing
uncomfortable, not used to guys talking to her in such nasty terms. It just
made me want to do it more. “You were, weren’t you? Were you thinking about
what it would be like to touch yourself while you thought about me, Grace?”
Grace put her hands over her mouth,
trying to not giggle. “Cutter! You’re making me… you’re making me nervous!” She
moved her hands down, placing them over her stomach. “Are you sure you’re
okay?”
“Show me.” I took one of her hands and
moved it down, sticking it halfway down the fabric. “Show me how you touch
yourself when you think about me, Grace.”
She hesitated, unsure.
“It’s okay,” I soothed. “Just relax.”
The thought of her touching herself
right in front of me turned me on to the max and I undid my belt, taking my
hard cock out so I could rub on it while I watched the beautiful show that was
about to play out before me.
“Go ahead, baby, touch yourself nice
and slow.”
She inched her hand down further until
it was directly over her tenderness and then she started tracing small circles
around her clit as she watched me starting to beat my dick right in front of
her.
“Good girl. Yeah, nice and slow,
Grace.” I reached out with my free hand and yanked down her undies so that I
could get a better view. “Good girl, good girl.” I kept saying the words
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