him cause my legs to fall to the sides. My
breasts became heavier and I arched my back: imagining his hands, I
cupped one. Losing control my other hand travelled down my body as
my mind travelled back to the man in the shower. I touched myself
lightly and it’s like lightning strikes me, I allowed my fingers to
dance with my clit as I thought of Cyrus stroking his stunning
broad cock. I felt my mouth fall open as the pleasure needs to
escape somehow. I rub myself harder, faster, my inhibitions, my
thoughts are gone consumed by the need and desire to be filled. I
slip a finger inside of myself trying to fill the emptiness that
craves him. Each thrust and his name escapes my lips, whispers,
pleas, desire.
It wasn’t enough.
I needed more.
I needed him.
I needed Cyrus to fill me.
Completely.
Touched
I tipped the bell boy and carried the trays
in and sat them on the table by the couch. Hoping like hell she was
asleep when I walked in the bedroom to grab my bag wrapped in a
towel, and looked at the bed.
Awe fuck Birdie, I thought as I heard
her whimpers. Her face was flush and she held back sounds from
escaping as she bit her plump lips. I wished that blanket would
fall of the bed to reveal, what I was pretty sure was happening
under them. The blankets moved and I knew she was closing her legs.
Her body shuttered and her jaw dropped open and I heard my name
fall from her lips.
I felt my cock rising, hard and I knew right
then and there I was gonna fuck up.
“Birdie,” she opened her eyes looking
confused, lost, wound, “You can’t do that to me.”
She blushed furiously and covered her face,
“Sorry, oh God I’m so sorry…I saw you…in the shower and you are
beautiful, and good, and …”
I sat next to her on the bed, even thought I
knew better, “Well then I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t be, I’m so embarrassed,
I’m…”
I couldn’t hide my cock if I tried, so I
didn’t try real hard. The towel wasn’t covering much, “Don’t be,
you hungry?”
Her green eyes rolled back and her face
scrunched up, “For you—I’m sorry I just. Twice more right…”
“Birdie we shouldn’t. We can be friends,
you’ve just been through a lot,” I was impressed with my ability to
say something I certainly wasn’t feeling right now and more
impressed when she pulled the covers over me and grabbed me, taking
me in her hand as she began to stroke me.
Without realizing what I was doing, my hand
cupped her hot little pussy and my mouth took her tit. “Just twice,
promise me that this won’t hurt anything, friends Birdie it’s got
to be that way,” and I didn’t wanna hear the answer so I kissed her
hard on the mouth and rolled to my back, taking her with me. I
couldn’t get enough of her, “Birdie, your tits are so fucking
perfect.”
I sucked hard on the left, avoiding the
right Fucking Tony ! He nipples peaked, really peaked and she
whimpered as I continued sucking and cupping her little tit. They
were perfect and I didn’t wanna stop.
I felt her hand stroking me against her wet
hot pussy and I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t a breast man per
say but hers, fuck. Birdie’s tits were beautiful.
I pulled back to look at them and ran my
tongue over her tight little peaks . “ Inverted my ass, they
were just hiding from that fuck!”
She looked down at me arching her back
wanting more, and I wanted to give her more, more of
everything.
I rolled her off of me and onto her back, I
took her hand from my cock and held both above her head as I sucked
and licked and savored her. Her moans and whimpers were my
encouragement, they begged me to continue. I pulled my head back
and gripped her firmly in my hand and ran my tongue over the bar,
and then tugged gently she screamed out my name and her hips
swayed, I sucked harder and she cried out again and again. I made
Birdie cum as I sucked her tits.
She lay panting and couldn’t stop I released
her hands and I moved to her neck, kissing
breasts became heavier and I arched my back: imagining his hands, I
cupped one. Losing control my other hand travelled down my body as
my mind travelled back to the man in the shower. I touched myself
lightly and it’s like lightning strikes me, I allowed my fingers to
dance with my clit as I thought of Cyrus stroking his stunning
broad cock. I felt my mouth fall open as the pleasure needs to
escape somehow. I rub myself harder, faster, my inhibitions, my
thoughts are gone consumed by the need and desire to be filled. I
slip a finger inside of myself trying to fill the emptiness that
craves him. Each thrust and his name escapes my lips, whispers,
pleas, desire.
It wasn’t enough.
I needed more.
I needed him.
I needed Cyrus to fill me.
Completely.
Touched
I tipped the bell boy and carried the trays
in and sat them on the table by the couch. Hoping like hell she was
asleep when I walked in the bedroom to grab my bag wrapped in a
towel, and looked at the bed.
Awe fuck Birdie, I thought as I heard
her whimpers. Her face was flush and she held back sounds from
escaping as she bit her plump lips. I wished that blanket would
fall of the bed to reveal, what I was pretty sure was happening
under them. The blankets moved and I knew she was closing her legs.
Her body shuttered and her jaw dropped open and I heard my name
fall from her lips.
I felt my cock rising, hard and I knew right
then and there I was gonna fuck up.
“Birdie,” she opened her eyes looking
confused, lost, wound, “You can’t do that to me.”
She blushed furiously and covered her face,
“Sorry, oh God I’m so sorry…I saw you…in the shower and you are
beautiful, and good, and …”
I sat next to her on the bed, even thought I
knew better, “Well then I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t be, I’m so embarrassed,
I’m…”
I couldn’t hide my cock if I tried, so I
didn’t try real hard. The towel wasn’t covering much, “Don’t be,
you hungry?”
Her green eyes rolled back and her face
scrunched up, “For you—I’m sorry I just. Twice more right…”
“Birdie we shouldn’t. We can be friends,
you’ve just been through a lot,” I was impressed with my ability to
say something I certainly wasn’t feeling right now and more
impressed when she pulled the covers over me and grabbed me, taking
me in her hand as she began to stroke me.
Without realizing what I was doing, my hand
cupped her hot little pussy and my mouth took her tit. “Just twice,
promise me that this won’t hurt anything, friends Birdie it’s got
to be that way,” and I didn’t wanna hear the answer so I kissed her
hard on the mouth and rolled to my back, taking her with me. I
couldn’t get enough of her, “Birdie, your tits are so fucking
perfect.”
I sucked hard on the left, avoiding the
right Fucking Tony ! He nipples peaked, really peaked and she
whimpered as I continued sucking and cupping her little tit. They
were perfect and I didn’t wanna stop.
I felt her hand stroking me against her wet
hot pussy and I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t a breast man per
say but hers, fuck. Birdie’s tits were beautiful.
I pulled back to look at them and ran my
tongue over her tight little peaks . “ Inverted my ass, they
were just hiding from that fuck!”
She looked down at me arching her back
wanting more, and I wanted to give her more, more of
everything.
I rolled her off of me and onto her back, I
took her hand from my cock and held both above her head as I sucked
and licked and savored her. Her moans and whimpers were my
encouragement, they begged me to continue. I pulled my head back
and gripped her firmly in my hand and ran my tongue over the bar,
and then tugged gently she screamed out my name and her hips
swayed, I sucked harder and she cried out again and again. I made
Birdie cum as I sucked her tits.
She lay panting and couldn’t stop I released
her hands and I moved to her neck, kissing
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