Lets see if I can inspire you. She began to move in slow motion. A lift of her tee shirt here, a slow unzip of her jeans there. A bump. A slither. A flash of material as she flung her shirt up over her head and threw it at him. He laughed as he peeled it from his face. She twirled to face the mirror and there in the glass, her deep purple gaze met his. Her mouth was open, her lips plump and wet. She shimmied out of her jeans, her hips and her thighs and her blonde pussy in his view. No panties. She was his woman all right. She was into the dance of it now, away from her troubles, her eyes half closed, her cheeks pink and her breath picking up tempo. Like his. She did a little bump and grind and her jeans slid slowly as molasses down her trim legs. He swallowed hard on desire. He loved her knees, he hadnt lied the other day. He liked her calves, too. Hell, even her toes were a turn-on. He was so damn lost in her. She whirled around. Her fingers of one hand lifted a breast, like an offering to him. Her nipple pointed at him. Yeah, that was his, too. One of her hands drifted lower, swept down her waist and paused at her navel. She knew he liked her outie bellybutton. Come here, pretty lady, he beckoned her in rough voice, Ive got something for you. I did well? she asked as she straddled his legs and sat, her pelvis tilted up, her lush labia open and sending up a musky aroma of her need. His cock strained at the fly of his trousers and he could feel the surge of cum that demanded he fuck her soon. He sank two fingers inside her sopping wet cunt. Very. 86 Carried Away She licked her lips. Gonna let me see whats in the box? He found her clit and rubbed delicately around the swollen nub. Before or after? Hmmm. How about during? He barked in laughter. Sent his fingers up inside her higher, harder. She bucked. On the bed, he ordered her. As she climbed off and took his hand, he grabbed the package. And where the hell was a condom? When she got to the bed, she sat. No, he instructed, on your knees. He ripped open the brown wrapping paper, slid the string off and had to pause to appreciate the sight he was offered. Coco had slipped onto the golden coverlet, her forehead to the satin, her arms before her as if she were praying. The soles of her feet pointed at him, but so did her lovely ass. Straight up in the air, her cheeks really did look like they formed a heart with the point composed of the deep pink petals of her pussy. From here he could smell her. He inhaled, his nostrils flaring with the heat of her. He almost dropped the blue box. He caught it, and sent his gaze back to the luscious sight of her. The long, frilly edges of her cunt were swollen and hanging in sweet invitation from her channel. What made him swallow and had his cock jumping was the cream that coasted her tissues. Come closer, sweetie, she pleaded, petulant. And for gods sake, will you please take your pants off so I can play with your cock? He grunted as he stripped. Play with me? Oh, no, you had me in the jet. Now its my turn. He thumbed open the box, admired in a glance the workmanship of the gold ring on the stud, encrusted with five tiny diamonds. He extracted it. The box fell to the floor. He put the ring over one knuckle of his index finger and climbed up on the bed behind her. She wiggled back against him. 87 Cerise DeLand He smacked her on one buttock. Then bent to lick her and bite her in the same place. My party, babe. She mewled in objection. But she halted. He smiled and went back on his haunches to admire the pretty picture and full fragrance of her lacy pussy ass-up for him. He covered her glistening pink core with an open palm. She felt like molten satin. Nice and warm, she whispered. He dropped his third finger inside her core. Juicy and hot. Pet me, she pleaded. He stroked her slow and easy. She was swelling against his flesh in sweet response. She pressed back, a cry in the back of her throat. You want me to beg? Maybe later, we play that game.
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