thighs.
“What are you doing?” she asks again.
“Just making sure there are no ghosts down here,” I joke.
She lets out a small giggle, but I know it’s more nervous than from my joke.
“Focus on your breathing, and try to be quiet. Just relax and let me take care of you,” I tell her.
“Here? Come on, get up.” I feel her leaning forward to reach me so I lean in a little to capture her mouth again. She physically relaxes and I am able to push her body back against the seat. Spreading her legs, I run a finger down her panties – her soaking panties – and hear a soft moan slip out. I love how responsive she is to my touch. It definitely keeps me fired up, my rock hard cock bordering painful. But she is still too tense; I need her to let her guard down.
“Try not to think, Violet. Turn off that beautiful mind.”
“I know. I’m trying. Easier said than done,” she says, her voice strained.
She’s obviously as desperate as I am, but I know she’s nervous.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, not wanting to push her too far.
“More than anyone,” she responds and my heart swells. Damn, I’m falling for this girl.
Oh my god! Is he really going to do what I think he’s going to do? What if the ride starts up again? What if someone sees us? What if I can’t orgasm?
Jordan’s finger slides down the outside of my soaking panties and my eyes close on their own. Okay, so maybe I don’t have to worry about that last bit about not orgasming. I try my best to relax and put my faith into Jordan. He’s never lied to me before, never given me any reason not to trust him. I allow my thigh muscles to loosen and unclench my core. Jordan hooks his fingers around the waistband of my panties, drags them past my hips, his lips whispering across my stomach and hips as he travels along. I lift my butt a little to help him and he pulls my panties down past my knees, which he continues to pepper with the lightest of kisses. He pulls my left leg up and removes my panties, leaving them wrapped around my right ankle. He takes advantage of my more malleable state and places my already lifted left leg up over his shoulder. Holy shit, I can’t believe he’s really doing this.
Jordan begins to kiss his way back up toward my core. I clench in anticipation and continuously tell myself to relax. No sooner than I’ve calmed myself down, he’s kissing and suckling at my inner thigh. Before I get the chance to adjust to his location, he moves in for the kill. With a flattened tongue, he takes a long swipe. Right there. Anus to clit. And my body involuntarily arches and I let out a moan. Jordan’s arm comes out of nowhere - probably because I can’t see jack squat - and pins down my pelvis. I can’t move. I can’t escape. He begins torturing me with the most talented tongue that I’ve ever experienced, alternating between licking and sucking. I try to focus on his pattern, try to occupy my mind with something other than the fact that I am about to come in the middle of Disney World, but my mind is blank. For the first time in my life, all I can think about is the fact that the most beautiful man in the world has his face in my vag…pussy. Eating me. Yeah, I said it. There is no other way to explain what is happening. He is feasting on my pussy. But I don’t have time to think about it. He pulls back a bit, and I think he’s done, given up on me. He’s nipping and kissing at my inner thighs. That’s a guy’s signal that he’s had enough, right? Just as I’m about to tell him that he can stop, he goes back in, this time attacking my clit. My poor little clit is being sucked on, licked around, and flicked at. For a second there, I feel him bare his teeth and I swear that he just growled. At my clit. And I think I’ve just died.
I find myself trying to swivel my hips or thrust them up or something, looking for more friction. I’m squirming around so much that I
“What are you doing?” she asks again.
“Just making sure there are no ghosts down here,” I joke.
She lets out a small giggle, but I know it’s more nervous than from my joke.
“Focus on your breathing, and try to be quiet. Just relax and let me take care of you,” I tell her.
“Here? Come on, get up.” I feel her leaning forward to reach me so I lean in a little to capture her mouth again. She physically relaxes and I am able to push her body back against the seat. Spreading her legs, I run a finger down her panties – her soaking panties – and hear a soft moan slip out. I love how responsive she is to my touch. It definitely keeps me fired up, my rock hard cock bordering painful. But she is still too tense; I need her to let her guard down.
“Try not to think, Violet. Turn off that beautiful mind.”
“I know. I’m trying. Easier said than done,” she says, her voice strained.
She’s obviously as desperate as I am, but I know she’s nervous.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, not wanting to push her too far.
“More than anyone,” she responds and my heart swells. Damn, I’m falling for this girl.
Oh my god! Is he really going to do what I think he’s going to do? What if the ride starts up again? What if someone sees us? What if I can’t orgasm?
Jordan’s finger slides down the outside of my soaking panties and my eyes close on their own. Okay, so maybe I don’t have to worry about that last bit about not orgasming. I try my best to relax and put my faith into Jordan. He’s never lied to me before, never given me any reason not to trust him. I allow my thigh muscles to loosen and unclench my core. Jordan hooks his fingers around the waistband of my panties, drags them past my hips, his lips whispering across my stomach and hips as he travels along. I lift my butt a little to help him and he pulls my panties down past my knees, which he continues to pepper with the lightest of kisses. He pulls my left leg up and removes my panties, leaving them wrapped around my right ankle. He takes advantage of my more malleable state and places my already lifted left leg up over his shoulder. Holy shit, I can’t believe he’s really doing this.
Jordan begins to kiss his way back up toward my core. I clench in anticipation and continuously tell myself to relax. No sooner than I’ve calmed myself down, he’s kissing and suckling at my inner thigh. Before I get the chance to adjust to his location, he moves in for the kill. With a flattened tongue, he takes a long swipe. Right there. Anus to clit. And my body involuntarily arches and I let out a moan. Jordan’s arm comes out of nowhere - probably because I can’t see jack squat - and pins down my pelvis. I can’t move. I can’t escape. He begins torturing me with the most talented tongue that I’ve ever experienced, alternating between licking and sucking. I try to focus on his pattern, try to occupy my mind with something other than the fact that I am about to come in the middle of Disney World, but my mind is blank. For the first time in my life, all I can think about is the fact that the most beautiful man in the world has his face in my vag…pussy. Eating me. Yeah, I said it. There is no other way to explain what is happening. He is feasting on my pussy. But I don’t have time to think about it. He pulls back a bit, and I think he’s done, given up on me. He’s nipping and kissing at my inner thighs. That’s a guy’s signal that he’s had enough, right? Just as I’m about to tell him that he can stop, he goes back in, this time attacking my clit. My poor little clit is being sucked on, licked around, and flicked at. For a second there, I feel him bare his teeth and I swear that he just growled. At my clit. And I think I’ve just died.
I find myself trying to swivel my hips or thrust them up or something, looking for more friction. I’m squirming around so much that I
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