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the perfect dark areolas tasting of spice and sex and everything nice. He squeezed one with his teeth and she cried out, her hips thrusting against him again and again. He couldn’t resist any longer. He was going to come in his pants like a horny teenager fingering his first willing partner if he didn't get inside of her.
She was wearing nothing more than panties under a little filmy skirt. He pushed her up and away until she stood over him. He pulled the little scrap of fabric down her legs and brushed aside the thin material of her skirt, then pulled her down to the ground again, pushing her back against the pillows behind her.
She was spread before him. The fabric of her skirt cascaded around her golden legs. Her hair had come undone from the clips she had it in and spread out over the pillows. She was mesmerizing. A succubus. He couldn’t get enough, but his eyes trailed over her body until he found what he wanted. That sweet pussy he wanted to explore.
She was shaved, and the bare lips of her pussy glistened from her arousal. She was dripping. He stroked a finger over her clit, once. All it took was once. And she came.
She screamed her pleasure, her hips jutting against his hand over and over again. His name was on her tongue. He was that good. He had never had that happen before.
He was lost.
He fumbled with his pants, shedding his clothes in a haphazard dance. He needed Sierra. He needed her so much he would die if he didn’t take her.
Chapter 9
O wen stood up to remove his pants while Sierra lay back on the pillows shivering. Nothing like this had happened to her before. She should be embarrassed, self-conscious about being laid across the pillows, her pussy exposed for everyone in this room to see, but all she knew was she wanted Owen. She wanted to see him. See his cock. She wanted him. She wanted the pleasure he could bring. The pleasure she knew he would bring to her.
When he kicked his jeans off, his dick sprung forward, hard and ready. She pulled him down, pushing him against the pillows.
“I need you,” she moaned.
Her ears popped. And she blinked. Blinked over and over again, fast and disjointed.
Blood. There was blood everywhere. It dripped down the walls. The smell of acrid smoke and burning wood bit into her nose. The disgusting aroma of rotting flesh and the distinct ammonia scent of urine bit into her consciousness. There was so much blood. How could there be this much blood?
The taint was washed away with the tang of incense and the underlying smell of marijuana. So much better than the smell of blood. She wanted to hold onto that smell. She didn’t want to smell the blood anymore.
Owen’s mouth on her tits brought her back to pleasure. To the heady smell of jasmine.
“Oh God,” she moaned. Owen drew her to him and her vision became blurry. All she knew was Owen.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling herself onto him. She aligned her sex with his hard dick and took him into her. She was so wet, so slick with need that he slid into her without any resistance. They both screamed as their need overtook them.
“Sierra,” he whispered as she moved on him. Taking him into her in a violent rocking motion. He licked her breasts as they bounced against his face.
She faded in and out of reality, only staying aware of Owen. Of how he fit inside of her. Of the way their bodies joined together. It was bliss. It was pleasure. She came with a scream, but continued to pump over him. She didn’t ever want this to end. She could ride him until she passed out.
He flipped her onto her back and his big body spread her legs. They kissed as he plunged into her. He whispered her name in her ear as his body emptied into her. His orgasm was intense and she felt it deep within her core. Hot. Liquid. Perfect. This was pleasure. This was right. This was where she needed to be.
They lay still for only a few seconds, still joined. His cock never softened. He never withdrew. He moved her until she was
She was wearing nothing more than panties under a little filmy skirt. He pushed her up and away until she stood over him. He pulled the little scrap of fabric down her legs and brushed aside the thin material of her skirt, then pulled her down to the ground again, pushing her back against the pillows behind her.
She was spread before him. The fabric of her skirt cascaded around her golden legs. Her hair had come undone from the clips she had it in and spread out over the pillows. She was mesmerizing. A succubus. He couldn’t get enough, but his eyes trailed over her body until he found what he wanted. That sweet pussy he wanted to explore.
She was shaved, and the bare lips of her pussy glistened from her arousal. She was dripping. He stroked a finger over her clit, once. All it took was once. And she came.
She screamed her pleasure, her hips jutting against his hand over and over again. His name was on her tongue. He was that good. He had never had that happen before.
He was lost.
He fumbled with his pants, shedding his clothes in a haphazard dance. He needed Sierra. He needed her so much he would die if he didn’t take her.
Chapter 9
O wen stood up to remove his pants while Sierra lay back on the pillows shivering. Nothing like this had happened to her before. She should be embarrassed, self-conscious about being laid across the pillows, her pussy exposed for everyone in this room to see, but all she knew was she wanted Owen. She wanted to see him. See his cock. She wanted him. She wanted the pleasure he could bring. The pleasure she knew he would bring to her.
When he kicked his jeans off, his dick sprung forward, hard and ready. She pulled him down, pushing him against the pillows.
“I need you,” she moaned.
Her ears popped. And she blinked. Blinked over and over again, fast and disjointed.
Blood. There was blood everywhere. It dripped down the walls. The smell of acrid smoke and burning wood bit into her nose. The disgusting aroma of rotting flesh and the distinct ammonia scent of urine bit into her consciousness. There was so much blood. How could there be this much blood?
The taint was washed away with the tang of incense and the underlying smell of marijuana. So much better than the smell of blood. She wanted to hold onto that smell. She didn’t want to smell the blood anymore.
Owen’s mouth on her tits brought her back to pleasure. To the heady smell of jasmine.
“Oh God,” she moaned. Owen drew her to him and her vision became blurry. All she knew was Owen.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling herself onto him. She aligned her sex with his hard dick and took him into her. She was so wet, so slick with need that he slid into her without any resistance. They both screamed as their need overtook them.
“Sierra,” he whispered as she moved on him. Taking him into her in a violent rocking motion. He licked her breasts as they bounced against his face.
She faded in and out of reality, only staying aware of Owen. Of how he fit inside of her. Of the way their bodies joined together. It was bliss. It was pleasure. She came with a scream, but continued to pump over him. She didn’t ever want this to end. She could ride him until she passed out.
He flipped her onto her back and his big body spread her legs. They kissed as he plunged into her. He whispered her name in her ear as his body emptied into her. His orgasm was intense and she felt it deep within her core. Hot. Liquid. Perfect. This was pleasure. This was right. This was where she needed to be.
They lay still for only a few seconds, still joined. His cock never softened. He never withdrew. He moved her until she was
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