LOGINI didn’t need to see her to know, I could feel her staring, watching every single moment. So I put on a show for her. Made her watch what she so badly wanted me to prove.And I did.I turned him to the side to give her a proper view of the length before taking him in my mouth. I tried to adjust my mouth to suck him in completely but failed.He took a handful of my hair and angled deeper into my mouth, fucking my throat like he owned it. I couldn’t breathe, it was uncomfortable and I wanted to pull away. But I had a point to prove.She was watching and I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of watching me fail.So I gripped tighter to the back of his thighs, opening my mouth more to fit his cock deeper into my throat. I pulled my head back and pushed him back in, maintaining that pace, slowly.I held tighter to his thighs, urging him to fuck my mouth faster. My eyes turned blood, tear drops glistening on the surface, threatening to fall.But, I didn’t care.Slowly, I started givin
I yanked my leg down from the stool, fumbling with my bikini bra as heat flooded my face, my skin burned with embarrassment. "You're unbelievable, Violet. You can't just....""Can't just what?" She swayed slightly, her words slurring at the edges in a way I hadn't noticed before, each syllable dragging slow, thick and unsteady. “Stop in the middle of no where?”"Never mind. I need to get out of here." I stopped, really looking at her for the first time since we'd stumbled into this corner of the room. She was usually fast with her comebacks, but tonight, her words were slow and sloppy. She was worse than wasted. Extremely drunk. Beyond reason. Her eyes glassy and unfocused, her balance shifting like she was standing on a tilting ship.My anger shifted, uncertainty creeping in. "Violet, how much did you actually drink?""I don’t know?" She laughed, but it came out vague. "Drink? I mean, you’re the one whose been wondering what a real dick feels like, right?"The words hit like a slap.
The music was really deafening .I almost couldn’t hear myself. It thumped across the walls as bundles of teens beside the pool and under the influence of tequila, swayed their hips to the beat and made questionable life choices.I hadn’t been to a party before. I haven’t been invited to one. Really. I preferred my solitude.But being to one now seemed like a weird lucid dream.Boys. Like actual boys. Ever so tall and handsome They mostly wore beach shorts, light and tight, showing the hard line of their cock. Maybe the shorts were a bit too tight or they were just really built. I mean, it was a beach party.It had me wondering just how big and long and thick they could actually be.Or what it’d feel like actually holding one? A real dick, like they show in adult films and books. Not the silicon ones I have hidden in my room or the ones in my imaginations.I wanted a real one.Maybe I should walk up to one of them and just grab a.... “Keisha! Get over here!” Violet screamed at the to
My cock was still very much hard, ready and throbbing. She knelt a little closer and placed a kiss at the tip of my cock before rising to her feet. She was going to reach for me, but I pulled away first, reached for a serviette beside me on the kitchen counter and returned to her face to pat it dry.“Gotta take care of what's mine.” I murmured, not necessarily looking at her. Her lips curved into a small knowing smile, the warmth of my words blooming tenderly in her chest. She stood still and allowed me to finish, but I knew she wasn’t anywhere near satisfied. She struggled to keep her hands bound to her sides. She wanted more. Both the need to pleasure her and the need to be pleasured struck me so hard, all I could think of was my cock inside her tight warm cunt, grazing her walls with all that wetness, until she screams and moans for more.She took my cock in her hands, and stroked the tip with a slow tenderness that made my whole body go still for a moment before giving in to her t
As I slid the spatula under the pancakes, flipping them with practiced hands, a warm arm snaked around my waist, pulling me in.“Morning,” he growled, his breath tickling my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. The low rumble of his voice was slow-burning, stirring something dangerously feral within me. His rough cheek grazed mine, and the warmth of his body completely enclosed me. The world narrowed the spot where our bodies touched, still, we couldn’t be that close. Shouldn’t be. Not openly.He traced soft kisses down the small of neck. Without hesitation, my head tilted to give him total access. The soft brush of his breath on the sensitive spot just below my ear was too dizzying. I let go off the pan and slid a hand to the back of his head, pulling him closer, while my body pressed back, hard into him.He had nothing on, except a pyjamas pant with no drawls or shorts underneath so I took advantage. I pushed my ass harder against his bulge, rolling my waist in slow circular movemen
I spun him around, shoving him over the counter. Nothing romantic, just punishment for trying to get together with my mom with his down-low shit, for lying to her. He yanked his shirt over his head, exposing that toned back. I tugged his joggers down roughly together with his boxers. His ass bounced free—thick, round, begging."Look at this," I growled, spreading his cheeks. "All prepped and ready, aren't you?"He nodded, moaning softly. "Yes..."I dropped to my knees, face levelled to his ass. It was perfect, smooth, muscled, hole still pink and slick from his earlier session. I dove in, tongue flat against his entrance, licking broad stripes. He tasted clean. He was impeccably clean. “You get your ass this clean to get rimmed, don’t you?”“Yes...” He gasped, pushing back. "Oh God... Damon..."I ate him out like a starved man, tongue spearing inside, swirling around his hole, sucking and biting the cheeks. My hands gripped his thighs, pulling him onto my face."Ahh... yes...fuck..."







