began to kiss me along my neck and reached out to untie the laces of my corset as I pushed my bottom back into Marcus. When the corset was completely undone, I raised my arms for Crystal to lift it up over my head. Marcus’s breath began to quicken, and his wet tongue danced across my bare back. He was thrusting, pushing up into me from the chair as best he could with his arms r estrained.
Crystal came back over and straddled us both. She wrapped her arms around Marcus’s shoulders to steady herself as she began to grind her hips into mine, pushing me back into Marcus’s lap. I threw my head onto Marcus’s shoulder and closed my eyes as he began to kiss the other side of my neck. The pleasure intensified, our three bodies locked into one rhythm as we rocked back and forth in the chair.
Wet and more than ready to pleasure my man, I decided it was time to wrap up Crystal’s performance. As I opened my eyes to give Crystal the signal, I saw her tongue snaking along the side of Marcus’s cheek, heading toward his mouth.
Oh, hell no. I was very clear. Everybody knows in a successful threesome, you don’t let the other girl kiss or actually screw your man. Crystal was the appetizer, and I was the main course. That’s why you can’t trust strippers around your man.
Stabilizing myself against Marcus’s thighs, I suddenly pushed my body up, causing Crystal to tumble hard to the floor onto her back.
“Damn, what the hell . . . ?” Crystal said, pushing her hair out of her eyes as she stood up, rubbing her bruis ed bottom.
“Sorry, boo. I think we’re finished with this evening’s per formance.”
I could hear Marcus chuckle behind me. He knew why I’d done it, and that was fine with him because he was just as ready to get to the m ain event.
I scooped up Crystal’s leather corset and leash from the floor, grabbed her trench coat from the hall closet, and then led her to the door. I handed her an envelope with her fee and shoved her whining ass out the door.
“Now where were we?” I said to Marcus when I returned to the room with a small silver key in my hand. I stood in front of him in my red panties, garter, and heels, stroking the key down my bare breasts. “You got somethin g for me?”
“You know I do, and I’m going to show you as soon as you take these damn cuffs off. Stop playi ng, girl.”
I walked behind him, dropped down on my knees, and unlocked the cuffs. Marcus stood up and began massaging h is wrists.
“Maybe you want to put these on me now,” I said playfully as I twirled the cuffs around my gold-flecked French-tipp ed finger.
“You damn right.” And before I could get away, he snatched the cuffs from me, grabbed my hands, and locked them around my ti ny wrists.
“So what are you going to do with me since I’ve been so bad?” I teased, pushing out my p outy lips.
Marcus’s eyes were dark with desire. He quickly scooped me up in his massive arms and carried me into the bedroom. Any thoughts I had about a slow, romantic lovemaking reunion were quickly dashed as he bent me over the front of the bed. I heard his zipper come down. He ripped off the delicate red lace panties, and then he was thrusting inside me, causing me to gasp with pleasure. He pushed my shoulders down hard into the bed as he kicked my legs apart with his feet to gain deeper access. I pushed back up into his body as best I could with my arms constrained by the handcuffs.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up. He leaned into my body and began to whisper roughly in my ear.
“You like that?” he asked as he pushed hard inside my velvety warmth. I could barely catch my breath, so I just moaned in affirmation as I pressed my knees against the foot of the bed to raise myself up to heighten the pleasure.
“Oh damn. You’re trying to make me explode, raising that pretty golden ass up in the ai r for me.”
Suddenly Marcus was outside me. He pulled me up from the bed and pushed me down onto my
Crystal came back over and straddled us both. She wrapped her arms around Marcus’s shoulders to steady herself as she began to grind her hips into mine, pushing me back into Marcus’s lap. I threw my head onto Marcus’s shoulder and closed my eyes as he began to kiss the other side of my neck. The pleasure intensified, our three bodies locked into one rhythm as we rocked back and forth in the chair.
Wet and more than ready to pleasure my man, I decided it was time to wrap up Crystal’s performance. As I opened my eyes to give Crystal the signal, I saw her tongue snaking along the side of Marcus’s cheek, heading toward his mouth.
Oh, hell no. I was very clear. Everybody knows in a successful threesome, you don’t let the other girl kiss or actually screw your man. Crystal was the appetizer, and I was the main course. That’s why you can’t trust strippers around your man.
Stabilizing myself against Marcus’s thighs, I suddenly pushed my body up, causing Crystal to tumble hard to the floor onto her back.
“Damn, what the hell . . . ?” Crystal said, pushing her hair out of her eyes as she stood up, rubbing her bruis ed bottom.
“Sorry, boo. I think we’re finished with this evening’s per formance.”
I could hear Marcus chuckle behind me. He knew why I’d done it, and that was fine with him because he was just as ready to get to the m ain event.
I scooped up Crystal’s leather corset and leash from the floor, grabbed her trench coat from the hall closet, and then led her to the door. I handed her an envelope with her fee and shoved her whining ass out the door.
“Now where were we?” I said to Marcus when I returned to the room with a small silver key in my hand. I stood in front of him in my red panties, garter, and heels, stroking the key down my bare breasts. “You got somethin g for me?”
“You know I do, and I’m going to show you as soon as you take these damn cuffs off. Stop playi ng, girl.”
I walked behind him, dropped down on my knees, and unlocked the cuffs. Marcus stood up and began massaging h is wrists.
“Maybe you want to put these on me now,” I said playfully as I twirled the cuffs around my gold-flecked French-tipp ed finger.
“You damn right.” And before I could get away, he snatched the cuffs from me, grabbed my hands, and locked them around my ti ny wrists.
“So what are you going to do with me since I’ve been so bad?” I teased, pushing out my p outy lips.
Marcus’s eyes were dark with desire. He quickly scooped me up in his massive arms and carried me into the bedroom. Any thoughts I had about a slow, romantic lovemaking reunion were quickly dashed as he bent me over the front of the bed. I heard his zipper come down. He ripped off the delicate red lace panties, and then he was thrusting inside me, causing me to gasp with pleasure. He pushed my shoulders down hard into the bed as he kicked my legs apart with his feet to gain deeper access. I pushed back up into his body as best I could with my arms constrained by the handcuffs.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up. He leaned into my body and began to whisper roughly in my ear.
“You like that?” he asked as he pushed hard inside my velvety warmth. I could barely catch my breath, so I just moaned in affirmation as I pressed my knees against the foot of the bed to raise myself up to heighten the pleasure.
“Oh damn. You’re trying to make me explode, raising that pretty golden ass up in the ai r for me.”
Suddenly Marcus was outside me. He pulled me up from the bed and pushed me down onto my
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