Primal Scream (Box Set #1, Taboo Sex + AFF) by Jess C Scott Page B

strip, to spread her lips out for Brent to see. He watched, focused, never taking his eyes of Rachel and her pussy. She ran her fingers up and down the lips, tapping her clit a few times with a couple of her fingers, until she started moaning from the friction.
    That kicked Brent into gear. He moved his hands along the surface of Rachel’s thighs, massaging them slowly, taking in the smooth and sensuous lines and curves of her tight body. Maybe exercise was the best anti-aging method. Rachel always practiced her exercise and dance fitness DVDs religiously, right throughout the winter months when it was too cold to go for a long walk outside. She’d never packed on the pounds during a cold spell, for this very reason. Even if all her DVDs didn’t work, she’d still rock her rolled-up exercise mat, or pull out some of her toys, to warm herself up a little bit before going to sleep at night. Releasing all the day’s tension was a great way to settle oneself in for a night of deep and uninterrupted sleep.
    Rachel moved forward, sitting on Brent’s chest now, as she leaned forward to support herself on her arms, while she dragged her wet lips over Brent’s chest hair.
    His tongue darted out when her pussy edged closer to his neck and mouth, and she screamed with pleasure as he buried his face in her and dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass cheeks. He slapped and spanked her ass a few times, playing with and feeling and watching the mound of flesh jiggle and bounce—Rachel must have felt that good too.
    Rachel ran her fingers along the back of his neck and head, before she slid down to pull his boxers down—his cock stood up at attention.
    “ So meaty…” she went, gently picking up his sex. “And so, so smooth… ”
    She felt like a feline devil, hovering over Brent, young enough to be her own son, this beautifully delicious young man that she’d always given the best to, who deserved the best of her.
    “ I always like it when we’re out alone,” Brent suddenly said. Rachel’s mouth was around his dickhead, but she hadn’t started any work on licking or sucking him off yet. She gazed up at him, with her black-lined eyes, wondering what he was saying. “Like, down the street or whatever…I’m prouder to be with you, than…with a girlfriend…”
    Rachel’s heart swelled with delight. “You’ll meet the right person one day,” she assured him. She didn’t want to chain him down unnecessarily, even if she did genuinely enjoy his company. He had the right to his own life too.
    Brent felt like he was going to faint, with the thought of Rachel riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. He wanted her it all sorts of crazy positions, and he’d keep her legs close together, increase the tightness and sensation for her. Maybe it’d feel even better than the buzz he got from pills and alcohol and whatever the hell else that he always took, to drown out never being able to be seduced by his own sweet, not-too-significantly-but-still-older, next door neighbor.
    Or so he thought.
    Rachel was giving him a mind-numbing blowjob, the best blowjob she’d ever given in her life, as if all the previous blowjobs she’d given had been leading up to this moment in the present time, to a young man she’d still love and trust, no matter what he did or how low he went. She knew he’d been lulled into drug culture early in his youth, and she didn’t care if he ended up making a good living by being a drug dealer—as long as he was happy, and didn’t stray too faraway from the code of never getting high on one’s own supply. Banks and law firms were corporations running on evil too, and look how their CEOs were treated in life.
    Rachel almost drove Brent insane as she finished him off on the first round—his toes were curling up and his eyes were rolling back in their sockets. It was a champagne supernova of an orgasm as he shot a huge load in her mouth and down her throat. She let little gobs of it escape her