บททั้งหมดของ The Slaved Virgin Offering: บทที่ 611 - บทที่ 620

I found that not being alone was suddenly pretty appealing after all. I pulled out of the parking space and said, "If he pesters you, just tell him to call me directly, like I said. You guys may not be in town, but I'll bet he has a cell.""You really meant that about taking to him?""Sure," I said, brimming with sudden confidence. "What else do I have to do? The prett..." I choked myself off. I wasn't that confident."What?" Carrie asked at my suddenly swallowed words."Nothing.""Come on. What?"In a rush, I blurted, "I was going to say that the prettiest girl I know is not going to be around, so what else do I have to do?"She actually blushed brightly enough for me to see in the dash lights. And then she smiled so brightly that I nearly drove into a ditch. That made me think fast and I covered for the slight swerve by moving on quickly. "So where do you want to drive? Cruise through downtown?"Carrie seemed eager to change the subject from my foolhardiness as well. "I like this ca

"Actually yeah," Carrie said. Then she licked her lips one more time before leaning forward to kiss me again. This time, I leaned forward and actually managed to make my hands reach out to gently hold her hips while we kissed. "Not afraid to taste your cum in my mouth?" Carrie asked, pulling away momentarily."Honestly?" I replied. "I didn't even think about it. And I'd kiss you if you'd been eating raw garlic for an hour first." I cut off her laugh with another kiss.I was surging with a feeling of confidence I had never experienced before. It warred with the sheer terror I still felt at the dizzying heights I had risen to, unlooked-for. Before I could stop myself, I stood up on the grass. Still kissing Carrie, I steered her around so that she was leaning agains the car instead of me. I felt my hands tugging and bunching the tight fabric of her dress at her hips. I broke the kiss."Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," I breathed. "Can I..." I asked hesitantly, not believing I was trying

And yeah, I could not help but resume thrusting. I tried to restrain myself, making slow, shallow penetrations, but there is only so much control you have when you doing it for the first time and your primal male desires are not taking no for an answer. Soon, I was just flat out fucking Carrie, banging into her with delighted, grunting gusto, and honestly, not doing a great job of maintaining anything like a pleasant rhythm. And I felt that dreaded orgasm lurking again.And I had no way left that I could muster to slow it down this time, not with my lips consuming that perfect boob, and my cock slurping in and out of her noisily with each stroke.Fortunately, Carrie had been enjoying herself too, and I had gotten her a long way down the road when I bluffed my way through eating her out. Her hands grasped my ass tightly, and she started crying out, "Hard!" and "Harder!" over, and over again. Suddenly, she was just screaming incoherently and her hips jerked and bucked against my shaft.

I spent Monday, now that the locals were on break too, over at my friend Tony's house with Chris, playing on the PS5 Tony had gotten for Christmas. A drawback to going to boarding school is that you don't have time for video games. The two of them crushed me at everything, since they knew all of Tony's games by now.Every time I whined about them knowing all the combinations or track layouts when I didn't, they would throw the fact that I had had a date, and with whom, back in my face.After a while, I started whining gratuitously, just to get them to bring it up.*Tuesday, I was hanging out at home, with no plans for the day. Breakfast had been a two-hour marathon of questions from my mother about how the winter had gone, overlaid by a logistics discussion surrounding getting me out to LA to start USC in the Fall. I finally escaped to my room for some much needed decompression time. I was scanning Instagram when my phone rang. It was a local number I did not have stored in my phone.

Mary took her time slathering generous amounts of screen on her front, her breasts deforming malleably as she rubbed into them. She even ran lotion-covered fingertips up under the edges of the fabric.Then she clipped the top clip back in place, squishing her breasts back into place. Honestly, the suit showed (marginally) less flesh this way, but I thought it was way sexier.Then Mary unclipped the center clip.Now there was a single long opening in the front of her suit, from below her navel, up to where her clavicles met. Her hands slid lotion across her softly rounded belly, and then her fingers dipped unnecessarily deep under the fabric at the bottom.As she clipped the middle clasp closed again, I realized that I unconsciously had rubbed about four layers of sunscreen over my stomach while concentrating on not being obvious about watching her.Of course, she had to be putting on a show for me, right? I know what it takes to screen up, and this was pretty over the top. But why? An