began to ache for his creative tortures.
Cynda moaned as she rode the cock, pretending Daniel had ordered her to the floor, perhaps in the middle of dinner, and then had gotten down on his knees to take her from behind. Would he thrust into her hard or would he start out slow at first?
He'd seen to it she needed it hard and deep, so that's what he'd do, she decided. After all his soft teasing, he'd fuck her like that. Her own moisture added to the silky slide of lube. She felt the heavy veins rub pleasantly against the walls of her pussy, filling her up and stretching her swollen channel. She rocked back harder, eager to feel the fake balls slapping against her ass, determined to take the entire lengthy toy inside her.
* * * *
Dan jogged around the house, slowing when he approached the back door. A peek through the glass showed him she wasn't cleaning up the counter so he hurried past, ducking underneath the kitchen windows, just in case. He stole silently around the corner of the kitchen, grinning when he caught sight of Cynda's bare ass as she backed up to the dildo. Dan prayed she wouldn't notice his shadow as he stepped up to the glass, unzipping his pants and easing his stiff shaft free.
Taking a wide stance, he began stroking his cock with both hands in time with the rhythm she set on the toy, biting his lip to keep from groaning aloud when she began rocking faster. His eyes were riveted to the pink flesh curved tightly around the black silicone, imagining it wrapped around his shaft.
She set a hard pace, making Dan smile slightly at the thought he'd gotten her this excited with a simple shave. He thrust into his fists, fighting to hold back the orgasm tightening against his lower spine.
"C'mon, sugar, rub your clit," Dan whispered encouragingly. "Come on, Cynda, you gotta be close, babe." He pictured the endless tax forms waiting, but was fighting a losing battle until he saw her hand slide between her thighs. Dan inhaled deeply, squeezing his eyes closed momentarily, so the sight of her rounded ass bouncing hard against the duplicate of his cock didn't throw him over too soon. Her fingers moved rapidly between her thighs as she rode the dildo.
The glass was thick, but not so thick he couldn't hear her cry. "Oh Lord, Daniel!"
"Cynda. Damn." Dan's seed erupted, jetting against the glass, and he couldn't bite back his harsh groan as the hard spurts kept coming. His vision went dark and the pleasure nearly caused his knees to buckle. Dan put a hand against the glass, breathing heavily. He saw her head turn and for long moments, they simply stared at each other as they recovered, much as they might do if they'd actually fucked. He finally recovered enough to give her a wink and a naughty grin. "You're in trouble now, girl," he promised her aloud, tapping the glass with his forefinger. "I'll spend all day thinking about how to punish that sweet little pussy for your disobedience."
It was a good thing he'd propped himself on something, because when she crawled right up to the glass and dragged her pink tongue along one of the rivulets of his seed from inside, he might have gone to his knees. Still grinning at her saucy act, he tucked himself up and leaned forward impulsively, pressing his lips to the huge window before turning away.
His first steps were unsteady, but the sheer joy of setting a sexual snare she'd fallen for soon steadied his steps as he jogged past the back door. Glancing inside he saw her standing there, naked and smiling.
Chapter Seven
Cynda grinned happily. She'd thought he'd be angry she'd defied him. Is it a bad thing I love the idea that he watched me fuck the toy? No , she decided. He liked to play games and she had to admit, his games were the most fun she'd had in a long time. Now she was sure there'd be more games tonight.
A search of the kitchen revealed glass cleaner in the cabinet beneath the sink. Cynda went outside as bare-assed as the day she'd been born, looking
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