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fuck out, but I broke one of my cardinal rules, never bring a dude back to your place. Fuck. I can’t run out, half naked, with nowhere to go. Besides, he’s Diesel’s best friend, it’s not like I can pretend I don’t speak English if I happen across him again in a year or two. Oh yeah, that doesn’t work by the way.
I walk to the bathroom, wash my hands and splash some cold water on my face. I examine myself in the mirror and like the way I look, my lips are plump from the blowjob and my face glows with the sexual energy that’s been streaking through my body since the bathroom at the club. Any resolve I might have fades as I think about the things he’s already done to me, his hard body, his thick cock, the mohawk and beautiful tats. The last of it leaves my body when my clit starts throbbing in anticipation of the things he will do to me.
I jog on the spot like a prizefighter and take a couple of quick jabs with my fist. I catch my shitty upper cut in the mirror and realize that dude's Hulk Chick would have fucking creamed me. Hush saved my life. I psyche myself up to go face him as I realize there’s no way I’m getting out of this one, so I accept my fate and go back to my room.
Hush is stretched out on my bed in all his glory, his unbelievable body waiting for me, to consume me and drag me through depravity. I pose with my arms out and say "Ta-daa," then realize I forgot the drinks. Dammit. I hope he doesn't notice. To distract him I tear off my bra and reach for my skirt. He sits up and says, “Hold on, slow down...I want to enjoy the show.”
“Oh, I think we can fast forward through this part,” I plead. After walking through the apartment, I’ve lost my sexual heat and my nerve. I hate getting naked in front of anyone.
“No, babe, come here and let me help you with that,” he replies, his voice husky. I can see his cock growing harder as I walk towards him.
“So you like this,” I say and slow down, getting back into the mood of our earlier encounter. I sway my hips and watch him watching me, his interest and obvious growing passion encourages me, and my typical self-consciousness falls away like my discarded bra.
Hush reaches for me and pulls me closer, he hooks his finger into the top of my skirt and helps me slide it slowly over my hips, it falls to the floor. My torn tights follow and I bend down to pull them off my feet while he slides my thong down with a growing urgency. He slaps my ass as I’m bent over and says, “Turn around for me.”
“Bend over?” I ask, a little confused at what he has in store.
“Yes, bend over,” he replies and smacks my ass again.
I comply, turn my back to him and bend over, holding my ankles. I don’t know exactly what to expect, but I brace myself for anything. I’m up for anything if he is. He spreads my ass cheeks wide and buries his face in my crack. I move my feet wider to open myself to him. His tongue works my pussy; he jams it into my hole and wiggles it around in a circle. He licks my clit up and down, long, slow draws of his tongue across my sensitive bump. I moan and my pussy contracts, quivers, I’m a heartbeat away from gushing. Hush pulls back and I hear him spit, he wiggles a finger into my ass and starts fucking it with vigor. I feel him add his thumb to my pussy and he holds me like a six-pack…and I really fucking like it.
I lean back against him, pressing my cunt and ass against his hand. I don’t bother to stifle my cry, fuck it, I’m cumming and I want the world to know it. I pant and say his name, moan and thrash my head like I’m having a fit. I feel my pussy and anus clench tight around his fingers, and he stops movement, I hear him jerking his cock with his fingers inside of me. “You are so fucking sexy like this,” he rasps and I respond by finishing, a gush of fluid on his hand. I almost drop, but he supports me, his hold on me is still firm. As I relax, feeling my muscles slow down their twitching, I pull
I walk to the bathroom, wash my hands and splash some cold water on my face. I examine myself in the mirror and like the way I look, my lips are plump from the blowjob and my face glows with the sexual energy that’s been streaking through my body since the bathroom at the club. Any resolve I might have fades as I think about the things he’s already done to me, his hard body, his thick cock, the mohawk and beautiful tats. The last of it leaves my body when my clit starts throbbing in anticipation of the things he will do to me.
I jog on the spot like a prizefighter and take a couple of quick jabs with my fist. I catch my shitty upper cut in the mirror and realize that dude's Hulk Chick would have fucking creamed me. Hush saved my life. I psyche myself up to go face him as I realize there’s no way I’m getting out of this one, so I accept my fate and go back to my room.
Hush is stretched out on my bed in all his glory, his unbelievable body waiting for me, to consume me and drag me through depravity. I pose with my arms out and say "Ta-daa," then realize I forgot the drinks. Dammit. I hope he doesn't notice. To distract him I tear off my bra and reach for my skirt. He sits up and says, “Hold on, slow down...I want to enjoy the show.”
“Oh, I think we can fast forward through this part,” I plead. After walking through the apartment, I’ve lost my sexual heat and my nerve. I hate getting naked in front of anyone.
“No, babe, come here and let me help you with that,” he replies, his voice husky. I can see his cock growing harder as I walk towards him.
“So you like this,” I say and slow down, getting back into the mood of our earlier encounter. I sway my hips and watch him watching me, his interest and obvious growing passion encourages me, and my typical self-consciousness falls away like my discarded bra.
Hush reaches for me and pulls me closer, he hooks his finger into the top of my skirt and helps me slide it slowly over my hips, it falls to the floor. My torn tights follow and I bend down to pull them off my feet while he slides my thong down with a growing urgency. He slaps my ass as I’m bent over and says, “Turn around for me.”
“Bend over?” I ask, a little confused at what he has in store.
“Yes, bend over,” he replies and smacks my ass again.
I comply, turn my back to him and bend over, holding my ankles. I don’t know exactly what to expect, but I brace myself for anything. I’m up for anything if he is. He spreads my ass cheeks wide and buries his face in my crack. I move my feet wider to open myself to him. His tongue works my pussy; he jams it into my hole and wiggles it around in a circle. He licks my clit up and down, long, slow draws of his tongue across my sensitive bump. I moan and my pussy contracts, quivers, I’m a heartbeat away from gushing. Hush pulls back and I hear him spit, he wiggles a finger into my ass and starts fucking it with vigor. I feel him add his thumb to my pussy and he holds me like a six-pack…and I really fucking like it.
I lean back against him, pressing my cunt and ass against his hand. I don’t bother to stifle my cry, fuck it, I’m cumming and I want the world to know it. I pant and say his name, moan and thrash my head like I’m having a fit. I feel my pussy and anus clench tight around his fingers, and he stops movement, I hear him jerking his cock with his fingers inside of me. “You are so fucking sexy like this,” he rasps and I respond by finishing, a gush of fluid on his hand. I almost drop, but he supports me, his hold on me is still firm. As I relax, feeling my muscles slow down their twitching, I pull
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