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Kara would show him. She could be just as forward.
She lifted her legs up, wrapping them around Cross’s waist. Still focused on kissing her as his hands groped at her chest, tracing delicate little patterns over the swell of her breasts and occasionally flicking across the sensitive surface of her nipples, the man didn’t notice her shift in grip - until Kara flicked her whole body sideways, rolling them both over so that she gained the upper position.
On top of the man, Kara spun around, even though the sudden motion brought up a bout of dizziness. But the dizziness passed, her stomach settling back down, and she found herself sitting reverse cowgirl astride this biker, straddling him like he was a motorcycle himself as she stared down at the massive tool between his legs, lolling and exposed.
Cross’s hand slid up over the little bumps of her spine, ever so gently pushing her forward, down, towards where he wanted her. He wasn’t forcing her - but it was deliberate, towards what he needed to feel.
“It’s been a while,” Kara said, feeling suddenly as though she had to make an excuse in case she didn’t measure up. “I might be rusty.”
“I don’t care.” Unlike her tone, Cross sounded confident, big and deep and rich and powerful. He was completely assured.
Kara bent closer, her head only inches from the man’s hips. Gently, remembering hazy memories of her years back in college, she wrapped her fingers around the base of Cross’s shaft, lifting it up so that it pointed at her. It looked bigger than she remembered seeing before on other men. Suddenly, Kara wasn’t sure she could even fit it in her mouth at all.
But she opened up and tried her best - and as her lips made contact, she felt the man beneath her shudder as a moan slipped out of his lips.
It took Kara a few minutes to get into the rhythm that she remembered, that gentle rise and full as she slid up and down, working both her fingers and her tongue. It also didn’t help, in her fuzzy-headed state, that Cross was working behind her on tugging off her pants, pulling them down off of first one leg, and then the other.
Kara didn’t pay much attention to his undressing of her - until, suddenly, his head was between her legs as she lay on top of him and sucked him off.
A spark of wetness, of hot and humid warmth, bloomed down between her thighs. Kara sat up, the cock falling from her mouth, as she gasped out loud. “Oh god!” she cried out, unprepared for the sharpness of the pleasure that hit her.
“Mmm,” the man between her legs murmured, taking this for pleasure, redoubling his efforts. Kara tried to do the same, tried to resume sucking on the now-slick bar that pressed up against her face and lips, but she couldn’t keep from gasping as little shocks went firing up her spine.
Oh god! It had been so long!
The man clearly knew exactly what he was doing, his tongue immediately latching onto the sensitive little area just below her clit, flicking up to stimulate it without burning it out through overworking. Kara did her best to reciprocate, to make him feel as good as he was doing to her, but it was hard when she kept on shuddering, losing all focus as she moaned on top of his body.
It only took minutes before those shudders grew more intense, before her panting hit a fever pitch. This was it! She couldn’t hold back, couldn’t keep her mind clamped down and in control, any longer!
For what felt like hours, Kara rode on a sea of pink-edged bliss. The orgasm was overwhelming, flooding through every muscle of her body, making them clench up with sheer, exhaustive pleasure. She was dimly aware that she was crying out, a long and sustained moan, but it felt as though it was coming from a stranger’s lips.
But as the orgasm died away, Cross slowing his efforts down between her legs and lifting up so that she slid around to lay across him, Kara needed more.
She needed to feel this man
She lifted her legs up, wrapping them around Cross’s waist. Still focused on kissing her as his hands groped at her chest, tracing delicate little patterns over the swell of her breasts and occasionally flicking across the sensitive surface of her nipples, the man didn’t notice her shift in grip - until Kara flicked her whole body sideways, rolling them both over so that she gained the upper position.
On top of the man, Kara spun around, even though the sudden motion brought up a bout of dizziness. But the dizziness passed, her stomach settling back down, and she found herself sitting reverse cowgirl astride this biker, straddling him like he was a motorcycle himself as she stared down at the massive tool between his legs, lolling and exposed.
Cross’s hand slid up over the little bumps of her spine, ever so gently pushing her forward, down, towards where he wanted her. He wasn’t forcing her - but it was deliberate, towards what he needed to feel.
“It’s been a while,” Kara said, feeling suddenly as though she had to make an excuse in case she didn’t measure up. “I might be rusty.”
“I don’t care.” Unlike her tone, Cross sounded confident, big and deep and rich and powerful. He was completely assured.
Kara bent closer, her head only inches from the man’s hips. Gently, remembering hazy memories of her years back in college, she wrapped her fingers around the base of Cross’s shaft, lifting it up so that it pointed at her. It looked bigger than she remembered seeing before on other men. Suddenly, Kara wasn’t sure she could even fit it in her mouth at all.
But she opened up and tried her best - and as her lips made contact, she felt the man beneath her shudder as a moan slipped out of his lips.
It took Kara a few minutes to get into the rhythm that she remembered, that gentle rise and full as she slid up and down, working both her fingers and her tongue. It also didn’t help, in her fuzzy-headed state, that Cross was working behind her on tugging off her pants, pulling them down off of first one leg, and then the other.
Kara didn’t pay much attention to his undressing of her - until, suddenly, his head was between her legs as she lay on top of him and sucked him off.
A spark of wetness, of hot and humid warmth, bloomed down between her thighs. Kara sat up, the cock falling from her mouth, as she gasped out loud. “Oh god!” she cried out, unprepared for the sharpness of the pleasure that hit her.
“Mmm,” the man between her legs murmured, taking this for pleasure, redoubling his efforts. Kara tried to do the same, tried to resume sucking on the now-slick bar that pressed up against her face and lips, but she couldn’t keep from gasping as little shocks went firing up her spine.
Oh god! It had been so long!
The man clearly knew exactly what he was doing, his tongue immediately latching onto the sensitive little area just below her clit, flicking up to stimulate it without burning it out through overworking. Kara did her best to reciprocate, to make him feel as good as he was doing to her, but it was hard when she kept on shuddering, losing all focus as she moaned on top of his body.
It only took minutes before those shudders grew more intense, before her panting hit a fever pitch. This was it! She couldn’t hold back, couldn’t keep her mind clamped down and in control, any longer!
For what felt like hours, Kara rode on a sea of pink-edged bliss. The orgasm was overwhelming, flooding through every muscle of her body, making them clench up with sheer, exhaustive pleasure. She was dimly aware that she was crying out, a long and sustained moan, but it felt as though it was coming from a stranger’s lips.
But as the orgasm died away, Cross slowing his efforts down between her legs and lifting up so that she slid around to lay across him, Kara needed more.
She needed to feel this man
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