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Mike
points out dryly, patting her cheek. “And it’s not right now; you’ll get what
you want.” He reassures, and she drinks it up like she hasn’t had a drop of
support all day, nodding and sighing in relief as she lays over him. “I just
need you to handle some stuff in your lab, when you get a private moment.” So
he tells her, and Michelle gets a contorted little look of confusion and
apprehension.
“B-but that’s only for academi-haah!” She
never finishes that sentence since Mike just pulls the plug clean out. Sends a
sharp rip of searing pleasure up her spine, making her ass cheeks jiggle and
rim throb like it’s on fire. He just drops the black plug on the ground.
“Up.” That’s all Mike says, all he has to
say, really, and Michelle is bounding off him just as quick as she’d got on.
She really is a hopeless little thing for him, and he knows it. Taking her
hand, he just leads her through the apartment like a little lost girl till they
reach the sliding glass door that opens onto the balcony. Michelle has the most
lost and hopeful look about her as Mike pushes her back up against the glass, but
he just smiles and kisses the silly girl, lifting her shirt up.
She gives in to him, of course, she wants
it too much to do otherwise, and when her shirt slides up high enough that his
hands move onto her breasts instead, her breath picks up a notch. He pushes up
the black lace cup easy and gets his hands on those soft orbs with such a
tender squeeze that Michelle practically whines for more despite herself. His
lips quiet her, and she squirms against him till they break with a soft smack.
“M-Master, people will see...” She breathes
out, struggling between her desire to get off and shame of doing so somewhere
people in the block across could see out their own windows and balconies. Mike
just smiles and takes her by the shoulder, turning her around to press her
breasts flat against the chill of the glass.
“Then maybe you should be nicer to your
Sister than all that talk of putting her out windows.” Mike teased, knowing as
well as she did it was harmless but gave him an excuse to push her firmly
against the glass so that her breasts flattened and squished out against the
surface, making her wriggle and gasp from how cold the pane felt, forcing down
her nipples. She’d whine and argue if he gave her a chance, but as it happened,
he wouldn’t.
All her grinding and the kissing had
gotten Mike hard for his girl, and it didn’t take much for his familiar hand to
undo the buckle and buttons on his jeans or lift her skirt. Against the glass
as she was, her first warning was the feel of that warm prodding that forced
its way straight inside her already stretched out little ass, making her gasp
raggedly and ride up against the window, smothering her breasts flatter and
wider while Mike just pushes in.
From outside, it must look funny.
Michelle’s chest flat, discoloured pancakes against the glass as she stands
splayed against it like she’s stuck with her man behind her. Mike’s already
working on her skirt, and that comes away easy. He’s got a knack for undressing
her after all this time, and he knows her body pretty well. Doesn’t take much
more to get her panties pulled aside and his hand replacing it. It’s clear
she’s moaning but anyone outside the window would only see the general idea of
their indecent display as he starts moving and grinding her into the open
display of lust.
Sure, Michelle might protest and whine,
but she needs it too much and just melts into her man. Before long she’s
pushing off the glass and bucking on him, almost rubbing herself against the
pane to ride out that feeling of him getting so deep and fully into her. It
goes on like that for some time, the pair of them just pushing back and forth
in clear view of the outside world with Mike’s hand between Michelle’s legs,
three of his fingers buried in her sex.
Going all day with the toy in her really
drove her a
points out dryly, patting her cheek. “And it’s not right now; you’ll get what
you want.” He reassures, and she drinks it up like she hasn’t had a drop of
support all day, nodding and sighing in relief as she lays over him. “I just
need you to handle some stuff in your lab, when you get a private moment.” So
he tells her, and Michelle gets a contorted little look of confusion and
apprehension.
“B-but that’s only for academi-haah!” She
never finishes that sentence since Mike just pulls the plug clean out. Sends a
sharp rip of searing pleasure up her spine, making her ass cheeks jiggle and
rim throb like it’s on fire. He just drops the black plug on the ground.
“Up.” That’s all Mike says, all he has to
say, really, and Michelle is bounding off him just as quick as she’d got on.
She really is a hopeless little thing for him, and he knows it. Taking her
hand, he just leads her through the apartment like a little lost girl till they
reach the sliding glass door that opens onto the balcony. Michelle has the most
lost and hopeful look about her as Mike pushes her back up against the glass, but
he just smiles and kisses the silly girl, lifting her shirt up.
She gives in to him, of course, she wants
it too much to do otherwise, and when her shirt slides up high enough that his
hands move onto her breasts instead, her breath picks up a notch. He pushes up
the black lace cup easy and gets his hands on those soft orbs with such a
tender squeeze that Michelle practically whines for more despite herself. His
lips quiet her, and she squirms against him till they break with a soft smack.
“M-Master, people will see...” She breathes
out, struggling between her desire to get off and shame of doing so somewhere
people in the block across could see out their own windows and balconies. Mike
just smiles and takes her by the shoulder, turning her around to press her
breasts flat against the chill of the glass.
“Then maybe you should be nicer to your
Sister than all that talk of putting her out windows.” Mike teased, knowing as
well as she did it was harmless but gave him an excuse to push her firmly
against the glass so that her breasts flattened and squished out against the
surface, making her wriggle and gasp from how cold the pane felt, forcing down
her nipples. She’d whine and argue if he gave her a chance, but as it happened,
he wouldn’t.
All her grinding and the kissing had
gotten Mike hard for his girl, and it didn’t take much for his familiar hand to
undo the buckle and buttons on his jeans or lift her skirt. Against the glass
as she was, her first warning was the feel of that warm prodding that forced
its way straight inside her already stretched out little ass, making her gasp
raggedly and ride up against the window, smothering her breasts flatter and
wider while Mike just pushes in.
From outside, it must look funny.
Michelle’s chest flat, discoloured pancakes against the glass as she stands
splayed against it like she’s stuck with her man behind her. Mike’s already
working on her skirt, and that comes away easy. He’s got a knack for undressing
her after all this time, and he knows her body pretty well. Doesn’t take much
more to get her panties pulled aside and his hand replacing it. It’s clear
she’s moaning but anyone outside the window would only see the general idea of
their indecent display as he starts moving and grinding her into the open
display of lust.
Sure, Michelle might protest and whine,
but she needs it too much and just melts into her man. Before long she’s
pushing off the glass and bucking on him, almost rubbing herself against the
pane to ride out that feeling of him getting so deep and fully into her. It
goes on like that for some time, the pair of them just pushing back and forth
in clear view of the outside world with Mike’s hand between Michelle’s legs,
three of his fingers buried in her sex.
Going all day with the toy in her really
drove her a
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