Lewd Shorts の小説・ストーリー

I don’t understand why he made it such a big deal. The only reason would be that he wanted me to get a good look. Thankfully though, I’d won the argument, and Leo was forced to grab a pair of shorts on our way down this morning. I stared at him victoriously as he pulled them over his ass. He let his junk hang for a moment before he tucked it in and I shook my head. It was his turn to smirk and he laughed as I gave him the middle finger. It didn’t matter that we were shirtless and weren’t wearing any shoes. Our naughty bits were covered and he wasn’t bad company when he kept his mouth closed.

My juices coated his shaft, making obscene squelching sounds with every descent. I leaned forward, breasts brushing his uniform shirt, and twerked on his dick—fast, filthy little bounces that made my round ass ripple and clap against him. Ryker’s head fell back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut as he fought to stay silent, whispering my name like a prayer. “Mila… fuck, baby…”

Lara slid her hand down beneath the waistband of her shorts. The first touch was tentative, testing. A slow rub that had her breathing out a shaky sigh. The danger of it, the proximity of her roommate only a few feet away, made her pulse throb harder. She pushed deeper, fingers finding slickness, circling her clit in lazy strokes.

Perfect for nights like this. I also grabbed my phone. The secret folder was right there. I opened the video of all three of them playing basketball shirtless last summer. Their bodies glistened with sweat, muscles moving under tanned skin. Mike’s broad chest, Jax’s defined abs, Kane’s powerful arms as he jumped for the ball. Their laughs, their deep voices calling out to each other, it was all I needed. I spread my legs wide, knees bent, and ran the tip of the dildo along my soaked slit. I was dripping already, the silicone sliding easily through my wetness. With my other hand I hit play on the video, turning the volume low so only I could hear.

“And that’s your fault, too, for being too sexy today. He’s probably dazzled by your porcelain legs.” She glanced down at the shorts they bought yesterday from a local RTW shop. They were short, sure, but not scandalous. And frankly, more comfortable than her skinny jeans. “Wanna bet?” Nelly whispered mischievously. “If he scolds you for wearing those dangerously sexy shorts, then BOOM. He's totally into you. Because no straight man gets mad about bare legs unless he’s internally combusting.” She raised a skeptical brow. “You’re really going to push your delusion that your boss is just crushing on me?”

Those poor shorts didn't stand a chance against his beautiful raging cock. I licked my lips and laughed in delight, dropping then crawling on my knees to him. Glancing up, I kissed his swollen cock tip through his shorts. My lips fit perfectly around the etched outline of his cock head. Drawing my tongue out, I flicked it once over the shorts. Then I weaved my fingers from underneath and began to fondle his balls. Sweat was collecting in a sheen down my neck as I tilted my head and yanked his shorts, tearing the Velcro to free his confined cock. It sprung out for me bare, shiny, and dripping. My eyes widened as I stared at its perfect shape.

I look… sexy. The clothes I wore matched the vibe I was going for. I'd gotten these black leather shorts on a visit to the mall with Debra a week ago. She had sworn that it was the perfect fit for the pink crop top and flovel punk black leather waist chains I got because of how sexy it looked on the mannequin, and it did. Paired off with a black boot with a higher heel than my other shoes, I looked like a whore. Yeah, a freaking one, literally begging for it.

She is looking at me with a mischievous grin on her face, "Didn't you say he liked your pajama shorts?" "The slutty little shorts?" Clara repeats with a teasing laugh and I squeeze my eyes shut in embarrassment for a second, momentarily regretting being so open and telling them that part of our moments together. And by the way, those slutty shorts are still somewhere in his house, "They’re fine Andy, it's springtime. Besides, Edison is an omega too and won't be creepy.”

“To die!” “Those were different times,” he replied, wearing his low waist military shorts. “Over time you are going to want me to do that.” The arrogance of this man! “I think you are dreaming. Taking care of me like a baby won’t really help.” She mocked. He stared at her as he held his shorts on the waistline and they tugged low almost revealing the upper part of his pubic region. Lyle forced herself not to look there. His pants were already bugling with his erection and she was terribly aware of that. “I know what will help,” he said in a throaty voice. “I am absolutely certain that I am devilishly handsome.”

He and the other guy took their pants off and sat on the couch side by side and Tyrone said to me, "Come over here and suck these dicks bitch." Shorty kept his clothes on and just sat in the chair and watched as I spent the next 45 minutes sucking those two cocks. After I swallowed their cum, they put their pants back on and shook shorty's hand and said that they would be back in about three hours to pick him up. After the two of them left, Shorty told me to take off all my clothes. He still just sat in the chair and watched as I got naked. After all my clothes were off, he told me to turn around and show him my ass. When I did, he said,