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of his tongue as it tangles with mine before I take in the fact that we’re sitting on my couch.
He pushes my head to the side for a better angle, lifting as I rock my hips against his. My neck as been straining to keep the tight pull he has on my hair, but he pulls harder, and I have no choice but to tilt my head up. He sucks on my neck, I can feel his tongue laving at my pulse. Batty pushes my shirt up with the hand that was on my ass. I let go of his hair to shed the red shirt and am rewarded with his mouth moving down my chest. My bra is gone. Then his mouth. He sucks me in and the tornado dies to create another something that sets me on fire.
When I feel his teeth on my nipple I cry out, the pleasure/pain shooting straight to my pussy. I grind harder.
“Off.” His voice is deeper. It ignites me. He’s pulling at the button on my jeans. Then he’s gone, forcing me to stand on legs that want nothing more than to be bent around his frame. But he stands with me.
He moves to his shirt as I watch. I try to back up to take in the view, but my knees hit the coffee table and I go down with my jeans halfway down my thighs. He unbuttons his pants, kneeling down to maneuver my tight jeans off of me.
“Don’t think I’m doing all the work tonight. You’ve got shit to do,” he says, freeing my feet. I didn’t wear panties because the jeans were so tight, so I’m left naked on my white coffee table when he spreads my legs and takes in the view.
He lets go of one of my bent legs to move his hands down the center of me, then into me. First one finger, then two, making my eyes roll back in my head. Making me moan.
My eyes shoot open, dazedly seeing the ceiling fan above me before I lift my head to watch his tongue lick my clit. “Oh fuck, Batty,” I say as he does it again.
“Mmm, you taste better than I thought you would.” I feel him say the words against my core as his hot breath hits me, then reach my ears. I raise an eyebrow and look at him.
“I’ve been thinking about this pussy since I left here,” he explains.
“You like?” I ask lightly.
“Fucking better than peach cobbler, I’ll tell you that.” His tongue flicks several times, preventing me from going back there. “Where did you get the tea set?”
“Ah, don’t stop,” I complain. Why does he keep talking?
“I won’t stop, baby.” He moves his finger inside of me, in and out. “Tell me where you got it. It was china, hand painted.”
I move my hand to point to the empty shelf as his mouth sucks my clit into his mouth, making my hand fist in the air.
“You gave her your tea set?”
I sit up and push him to the couch. “Stop talking,” I say with clenched teeth, grabbing his jeans and pulling them off. He helps by taking his wallet out before it’s out of reach and kicking off his shoes. “I need this,” I say as I palm his cock.
“I know you do.” He hands me the condom, and I waste no time getting it open then rolling it down his length. I’m rewarded by a sweet inhale of breath as I sink myself onto him.
His hand slapping my ass brings my own gasp, feeling the sting, and I move. His hands on my ass help to lift me, then bring me down hard. I bend my head to his neck, then shoulder. He moves his head out of the way, helping me to reach him as we fuck. My eyes don’t want to close anymore. The lights are on. For the first time I see all of him. I pull away, sitting up to let him do the work. He tunnels into me from below, and I watch.
He’s got tattoos everywhere. How did I miss that? From his wrists, up his arms, and down his torso. His pecs flex as he lifts me. A massive angel is in the center of his chest, clouds or smoke swirl around in a vortex, the wings expanding to his collarbone and around his ribs. I groan in appreciation and set my tongue to the feathers that I can reach.
He slaps the other cheek hard, pulling me
He pushes my head to the side for a better angle, lifting as I rock my hips against his. My neck as been straining to keep the tight pull he has on my hair, but he pulls harder, and I have no choice but to tilt my head up. He sucks on my neck, I can feel his tongue laving at my pulse. Batty pushes my shirt up with the hand that was on my ass. I let go of his hair to shed the red shirt and am rewarded with his mouth moving down my chest. My bra is gone. Then his mouth. He sucks me in and the tornado dies to create another something that sets me on fire.
When I feel his teeth on my nipple I cry out, the pleasure/pain shooting straight to my pussy. I grind harder.
“Off.” His voice is deeper. It ignites me. He’s pulling at the button on my jeans. Then he’s gone, forcing me to stand on legs that want nothing more than to be bent around his frame. But he stands with me.
He moves to his shirt as I watch. I try to back up to take in the view, but my knees hit the coffee table and I go down with my jeans halfway down my thighs. He unbuttons his pants, kneeling down to maneuver my tight jeans off of me.
“Don’t think I’m doing all the work tonight. You’ve got shit to do,” he says, freeing my feet. I didn’t wear panties because the jeans were so tight, so I’m left naked on my white coffee table when he spreads my legs and takes in the view.
He lets go of one of my bent legs to move his hands down the center of me, then into me. First one finger, then two, making my eyes roll back in my head. Making me moan.
My eyes shoot open, dazedly seeing the ceiling fan above me before I lift my head to watch his tongue lick my clit. “Oh fuck, Batty,” I say as he does it again.
“Mmm, you taste better than I thought you would.” I feel him say the words against my core as his hot breath hits me, then reach my ears. I raise an eyebrow and look at him.
“I’ve been thinking about this pussy since I left here,” he explains.
“You like?” I ask lightly.
“Fucking better than peach cobbler, I’ll tell you that.” His tongue flicks several times, preventing me from going back there. “Where did you get the tea set?”
“Ah, don’t stop,” I complain. Why does he keep talking?
“I won’t stop, baby.” He moves his finger inside of me, in and out. “Tell me where you got it. It was china, hand painted.”
I move my hand to point to the empty shelf as his mouth sucks my clit into his mouth, making my hand fist in the air.
“You gave her your tea set?”
I sit up and push him to the couch. “Stop talking,” I say with clenched teeth, grabbing his jeans and pulling them off. He helps by taking his wallet out before it’s out of reach and kicking off his shoes. “I need this,” I say as I palm his cock.
“I know you do.” He hands me the condom, and I waste no time getting it open then rolling it down his length. I’m rewarded by a sweet inhale of breath as I sink myself onto him.
His hand slapping my ass brings my own gasp, feeling the sting, and I move. His hands on my ass help to lift me, then bring me down hard. I bend my head to his neck, then shoulder. He moves his head out of the way, helping me to reach him as we fuck. My eyes don’t want to close anymore. The lights are on. For the first time I see all of him. I pull away, sitting up to let him do the work. He tunnels into me from below, and I watch.
He’s got tattoos everywhere. How did I miss that? From his wrists, up his arms, and down his torso. His pecs flex as he lifts me. A massive angel is in the center of his chest, clouds or smoke swirl around in a vortex, the wings expanding to his collarbone and around his ribs. I groan in appreciation and set my tongue to the feathers that I can reach.
He slaps the other cheek hard, pulling me
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