dream.
Stripped naked in her living room, Warren Gates lowered his body to her floor. His chest and thighs touched the carpet. Lifting his arms, he stroked the sides of Lila's plump calves. Rolling and spinning, he pressed his back against the floor and brought his arms flat against his sides. His stern gaze caressed the folds of her flesh before he looked at her face.
"You know what I want," he rasped.
Lila shook her head. It wasn't that she wanted to hear him say it. She genuinely had no idea what he wanted. His cock was out and hard, thick and throbbing in a line that ran an inch short of his navel.
But he couldn't want sex -- not with her. Regular guys didn't want sex with her. Out-of-shape guys didn't want sex with her. They were all holding out for the type of supermodels Warren could have hanging from his arm twenty-four-seven.
"Figure it out," he growled.
She stared at him a few seconds longer. His cock bobbed as he tightened his stomach muscles. His lips and cheeks flushed a deep crimson and his dark gray irises disappeared as his pupils expanded.
She tentatively licked her lips. His harsh stare softened. Licking them again, she saw his mouth relax. Despite the response, she hesitated to believe he wanted a sexual encounter. Not with the way his eyes were on her. Her past lovers, few though they were, had never looked at her body during sex. One only wanted to fuck in the dark and another one made her bend over the back of his couch while he watched television.
Yet she didn't know what else that look could mean on Warren's face.
Her gaze questioning, Lila let her robe fall from her shoulders to the floor.
Warren offered a short, approving nod and another command. "All of it."
Her mouth quivered. He stroked his cock, instilling a preternatural calm in Lila. There was nothing worse to show him. If he had stayed aroused through the removal of the robe, he would not lose his erection when she stood before him fully nude.
She reached behind her, her heavy breasts jutting forward as she searched for the bra's closures.
"Yes," he groaned. "Slowly."
Unhooked, she pulled the straps down her arms, her movements naturally unhurried. The money she had tucked inside the cup earlier littered the floor, shaming her for the second it took her to forget. Warren's gaze never registered the falling hundreds, his sharp focus heating her thick crimson nipples.
She pushed her panties down her hips then kicked them at him. Warren caught them mid-air. Bringing them to his face, he scowled. "You just put these on?"
"An hour ago." She scowled back. Did he think she went around in three-day-old panties or something?
"Are you wet, Lila?" He pushed up onto his elbows, his eyes circling her thighs. "Your pussy, I mean."
She nodded, not quite following his line of questioning.
Sitting up, Warren wrapped her panties around his hand. Bringing his fist to the top of her thighs, he gazed up at her, a small amount of begging making his eyes sparkle. She nodded again, relaxing the muscles that kept her legs pressed tightly together.
He invaded, roughly rubbing the fabric between her labia to catch the full scent of her pussy. Prone on his back once more, he covered his face with the moist material and inhaled. He breathed in and out, almost but not quite panting, the fabric lifting and falling with each breath in an uneven flutter.
"Straddle me," he barked.
Lila put a foot on each side of his hips.
"Higher," he barked again.
She stepped forward and he snaked his arms along his sides so that she straddled them, as well. When she was even with his chest, he ordered her to stop. She started to lower her body.
"Not yet," he groaned. "Spread your pussy lips."
She did, waiting, not sure what had to happen before he gave her permission to sit.
Aroused as she was, a fat, translucent drop amassed on the edge of one labia, its weight finally too much for the laws of liquid suspension. It dropped, hitting him center of his chest. He
Stripped naked in her living room, Warren Gates lowered his body to her floor. His chest and thighs touched the carpet. Lifting his arms, he stroked the sides of Lila's plump calves. Rolling and spinning, he pressed his back against the floor and brought his arms flat against his sides. His stern gaze caressed the folds of her flesh before he looked at her face.
"You know what I want," he rasped.
Lila shook her head. It wasn't that she wanted to hear him say it. She genuinely had no idea what he wanted. His cock was out and hard, thick and throbbing in a line that ran an inch short of his navel.
But he couldn't want sex -- not with her. Regular guys didn't want sex with her. Out-of-shape guys didn't want sex with her. They were all holding out for the type of supermodels Warren could have hanging from his arm twenty-four-seven.
"Figure it out," he growled.
She stared at him a few seconds longer. His cock bobbed as he tightened his stomach muscles. His lips and cheeks flushed a deep crimson and his dark gray irises disappeared as his pupils expanded.
She tentatively licked her lips. His harsh stare softened. Licking them again, she saw his mouth relax. Despite the response, she hesitated to believe he wanted a sexual encounter. Not with the way his eyes were on her. Her past lovers, few though they were, had never looked at her body during sex. One only wanted to fuck in the dark and another one made her bend over the back of his couch while he watched television.
Yet she didn't know what else that look could mean on Warren's face.
Her gaze questioning, Lila let her robe fall from her shoulders to the floor.
Warren offered a short, approving nod and another command. "All of it."
Her mouth quivered. He stroked his cock, instilling a preternatural calm in Lila. There was nothing worse to show him. If he had stayed aroused through the removal of the robe, he would not lose his erection when she stood before him fully nude.
She reached behind her, her heavy breasts jutting forward as she searched for the bra's closures.
"Yes," he groaned. "Slowly."
Unhooked, she pulled the straps down her arms, her movements naturally unhurried. The money she had tucked inside the cup earlier littered the floor, shaming her for the second it took her to forget. Warren's gaze never registered the falling hundreds, his sharp focus heating her thick crimson nipples.
She pushed her panties down her hips then kicked them at him. Warren caught them mid-air. Bringing them to his face, he scowled. "You just put these on?"
"An hour ago." She scowled back. Did he think she went around in three-day-old panties or something?
"Are you wet, Lila?" He pushed up onto his elbows, his eyes circling her thighs. "Your pussy, I mean."
She nodded, not quite following his line of questioning.
Sitting up, Warren wrapped her panties around his hand. Bringing his fist to the top of her thighs, he gazed up at her, a small amount of begging making his eyes sparkle. She nodded again, relaxing the muscles that kept her legs pressed tightly together.
He invaded, roughly rubbing the fabric between her labia to catch the full scent of her pussy. Prone on his back once more, he covered his face with the moist material and inhaled. He breathed in and out, almost but not quite panting, the fabric lifting and falling with each breath in an uneven flutter.
"Straddle me," he barked.
Lila put a foot on each side of his hips.
"Higher," he barked again.
She stepped forward and he snaked his arms along his sides so that she straddled them, as well. When she was even with his chest, he ordered her to stop. She started to lower her body.
"Not yet," he groaned. "Spread your pussy lips."
She did, waiting, not sure what had to happen before he gave her permission to sit.
Aroused as she was, a fat, translucent drop amassed on the edge of one labia, its weight finally too much for the laws of liquid suspension. It dropped, hitting him center of his chest. He
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