"That was just the beginning,"
Chastity told him. She began to rock back and forth, rising up just
a little with each pass, and soon Damien was groaning with delight.
Chastity began lifting herself higher and jamming down with as much
force as she could manage.
Damien's hands moved from her back to
her backside, urging her to go faster and faster. Chastity felt
another series of orgasms beginning and redoubled her efforts as
the walls of her vagina began to pulsate wildly. Her tits joggled
together as she moved. She felt him stiffen inside her, crying out
incoherently and straining upward as she slammed down to meet him,
milking the last of the vibrations for all she could
get.
"That was wonderful. You are amazing,"
Damien said, moving his hands back to her breasts, thumbing the
excited nipples, which made her squirm in his lap. He laughed at
her wiggling and added his mouth to her nipple, biting gently with
his teeth while she sucked air in and arched her back with
pleasure. Chastity buried her hands in his hair, running her
fingers through its short length, playing with the curls as she
enjoyed the touch of his tongue and teeth on her sensitive skin.
She realised that she didn't want it to end, which made her feel
oddly comfortable. It was easier now to bury that warning voice
that said beware.
"I think I might need to get up,"
Damien said at last. Chastity slowly got to her feet, feeling a
little shaky. She leaned in to kiss Damien before letting him up.
Once up, he curled his arms around her for another kiss. "We have a
play to get to, don't we?"
Chastity chuckled. "Yes, I think that
will require getting dressed."
"Shower first," Damien corrected.
"Sound like a plan?" He smacked her bottom as she turned to walk
away and she yelped in surprise, immediately trying to retaliate as
he scooted past her. They were both giggling like lunatics by the
time they got in the shower. Damien pressed Chastity up against the
marble wall and she shivered against the cool, smooth
surface.
He took her face in his hands and
kissed her, biting her lip as he drew away and then opening her
mouth with his tongue. Then he leaned back and turned on the water.
The steam quickly rose and Damien pulled Chastity in front of him
to enjoy the full force of the water. He grabbed the soap and
worked up a lather, then began to massage it into her skin,
starting with her neck and working his way down, carefully touching
every part of her skin.
Eyes closed, Chastity felt more
pampered than she had at any spa. The whole of her attention
focused on Damien's fingers as they roamed her body, sliding down
the crack of her ass, slipping between the lips of her cunt as she
rocked back against him, and found him hard again. She gasped as
his fingers continued to stroke back and forth, back and forth,
until again she experienced the shudders of an orgasm welling up
from inside, making her cry out as she slumped against him. "You
are good," she muttered.
Grateful, she turned and kissed him,
grabbing hold of his waving prick and taking the soap from his
hand. Chastity was eager to do a little work herself and Damien
gave her a lopsided grin and reached one hand out to steady
himself. Chastity latched onto his nipple with her lips and teeth
and began to stroke his pulsing flesh with both her hands, slowing
down and speeding up as his body cued her, reaching down to squeeze
his balls now and then. As he stiffened, she worked her hands even
faster and was rewarded with a sudden spurt of pleasure. She rubbed
the spunk all over the tip, enjoying the sight of the creamy
goodness even as the jets of water washed it away.
Damien took her head in his hands
again and kissed her gently on the lips, the cheeks, the eyelids.
"Oh, Helen, you are a treasure."
Chastity sensed terror spring to life
under her skin, but she quelled it with the thought, it's all
right. It's just for now. It doesn't mean anything. "Damien, you're
the best thing I've ever seen in the National
Chastity told him. She began to rock back and forth, rising up just
a little with each pass, and soon Damien was groaning with delight.
Chastity began lifting herself higher and jamming down with as much
force as she could manage.
Damien's hands moved from her back to
her backside, urging her to go faster and faster. Chastity felt
another series of orgasms beginning and redoubled her efforts as
the walls of her vagina began to pulsate wildly. Her tits joggled
together as she moved. She felt him stiffen inside her, crying out
incoherently and straining upward as she slammed down to meet him,
milking the last of the vibrations for all she could
get.
"That was wonderful. You are amazing,"
Damien said, moving his hands back to her breasts, thumbing the
excited nipples, which made her squirm in his lap. He laughed at
her wiggling and added his mouth to her nipple, biting gently with
his teeth while she sucked air in and arched her back with
pleasure. Chastity buried her hands in his hair, running her
fingers through its short length, playing with the curls as she
enjoyed the touch of his tongue and teeth on her sensitive skin.
She realised that she didn't want it to end, which made her feel
oddly comfortable. It was easier now to bury that warning voice
that said beware.
"I think I might need to get up,"
Damien said at last. Chastity slowly got to her feet, feeling a
little shaky. She leaned in to kiss Damien before letting him up.
Once up, he curled his arms around her for another kiss. "We have a
play to get to, don't we?"
Chastity chuckled. "Yes, I think that
will require getting dressed."
"Shower first," Damien corrected.
"Sound like a plan?" He smacked her bottom as she turned to walk
away and she yelped in surprise, immediately trying to retaliate as
he scooted past her. They were both giggling like lunatics by the
time they got in the shower. Damien pressed Chastity up against the
marble wall and she shivered against the cool, smooth
surface.
He took her face in his hands and
kissed her, biting her lip as he drew away and then opening her
mouth with his tongue. Then he leaned back and turned on the water.
The steam quickly rose and Damien pulled Chastity in front of him
to enjoy the full force of the water. He grabbed the soap and
worked up a lather, then began to massage it into her skin,
starting with her neck and working his way down, carefully touching
every part of her skin.
Eyes closed, Chastity felt more
pampered than she had at any spa. The whole of her attention
focused on Damien's fingers as they roamed her body, sliding down
the crack of her ass, slipping between the lips of her cunt as she
rocked back against him, and found him hard again. She gasped as
his fingers continued to stroke back and forth, back and forth,
until again she experienced the shudders of an orgasm welling up
from inside, making her cry out as she slumped against him. "You
are good," she muttered.
Grateful, she turned and kissed him,
grabbing hold of his waving prick and taking the soap from his
hand. Chastity was eager to do a little work herself and Damien
gave her a lopsided grin and reached one hand out to steady
himself. Chastity latched onto his nipple with her lips and teeth
and began to stroke his pulsing flesh with both her hands, slowing
down and speeding up as his body cued her, reaching down to squeeze
his balls now and then. As he stiffened, she worked her hands even
faster and was rewarded with a sudden spurt of pleasure. She rubbed
the spunk all over the tip, enjoying the sight of the creamy
goodness even as the jets of water washed it away.
Damien took her head in his hands
again and kissed her gently on the lips, the cheeks, the eyelids.
"Oh, Helen, you are a treasure."
Chastity sensed terror spring to life
under her skin, but she quelled it with the thought, it's all
right. It's just for now. It doesn't mean anything. "Damien, you're
the best thing I've ever seen in the National
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