sweet pussy lips.
"You're taking too long, Shaughnessey . The water's getting cold."
They were never going to make it into the tub at this rate anyway, so what did it matter?
He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, shimmied them down his legs. He and Glory now both stood wearing boxers— though his were a lot tighter on his body parts than were hers.
She stepped closer, stopped when she stood at the end of his fingertips' reach, ignored what he'd said about wanting to strip her, and pushed her shorts to the floor.
He was going to come where he stood. His cock bobbed upward, his balls seized up. But it didn't take him two seconds to get as naked as she was.
Or so he thought until she pointed to his socks.
He was out of those puppies in a nanosecond, and then Glory was there, her arms around his neck, her tits flattened against his chest, her thighs open to accommodate his cock that had a heat-seeking mind of its own.
She nuzzled her nose to the side of his. "This feels so nice."
"Yeah," he squeaked out. "Nice."
She pulled back, frowned. "You don't think so?"
"Oh, Glory. If you knew what I was thinking right now . . ."
"Tell me?"
"And ruin a perfectly good fantasy?"
This time, she tilted her head to the side and, smiling, said, "Aren't I your fantasy?"
He slid his hands from where they rested in the small of her back down to cup her ass and squeeze. "All those times I've come into the shop and ordered lunch? I sure as hell wasn't thinking of eating a sandwich."
She blushed, and it was a beautiful sight, the way her cheeks colored like rosy apples. "I knew you were dying for my cake."
"I'm dying now, Glory."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
He backed her into the edge of the tub and pushed her to sit, dropping to his knees between her spread legs. Her thighs shook when he opened her wider. Her hands grew as white as the lip of the porcelain tub onto which she held.
He looked up once, saw that she'd closed her eyes, that she'd caught the edge of her bottom lip between her teeth, and so he lowered his gaze and took in the view he'd been waiting to see.
Her hair was trimmed. That he knew from touching her earlier. What he hadn't known was how dark it was against her soft skin. The lips of her pussy were plumped up, her clit hard and protruding, her juices sparkling there in her slit.
He couldn't wait. His palms on her thighs, he leaned forward and lapped, dipping the tip of his tongue into her hole, dragging the flat part up between her folds. One long, hot hard taste of her and he knew they were both in trouble here.
His cock strained toward his belly, the tip weeping. Glory shuddered until he thought she would tumble back into the tub. Water sloshed over her bottom, between her legs, onto the floor. He wet two fingers with her cream and slid them into her cunt.
She cried out, and he fucked her with his fingers, slowly, steadily, sucked at her clit with the same rhythmic motion, worked her pussy in and out and around, using lips, tongue, the crook and stroke of his fingers until she burst.
It was heat lightning, the sparks arcing between them. She contracted around his fingers, shuddered, trembled, groaned so deeply in her belly his fingers buried deep inside her body vibrated with the sound.
She was exquisite in her pleasure, and he took his time bringing her down, pulling away only when she placed a palm on his head. He got to his feet and she did the same. And then she smiled.
"My turn?" she asked, but he shook his head, scrambled for his jeans and his condoms.
"Sweetheart, as much as I'd love to tickle the back of your throat, there's something I want even more."
"Anything," she said, and he knew she would deny him nothing.
"Bend over."
She got a look in her eye that spoke of a very wicked nature and willingness to please. And then she stood on tiptoe, brushed her lips over his earlobe and whispered, "Take as much as you want."
He closed his eyes and swallowed the urge to shove himself into
"You're taking too long, Shaughnessey . The water's getting cold."
They were never going to make it into the tub at this rate anyway, so what did it matter?
He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, shimmied them down his legs. He and Glory now both stood wearing boxers— though his were a lot tighter on his body parts than were hers.
She stepped closer, stopped when she stood at the end of his fingertips' reach, ignored what he'd said about wanting to strip her, and pushed her shorts to the floor.
He was going to come where he stood. His cock bobbed upward, his balls seized up. But it didn't take him two seconds to get as naked as she was.
Or so he thought until she pointed to his socks.
He was out of those puppies in a nanosecond, and then Glory was there, her arms around his neck, her tits flattened against his chest, her thighs open to accommodate his cock that had a heat-seeking mind of its own.
She nuzzled her nose to the side of his. "This feels so nice."
"Yeah," he squeaked out. "Nice."
She pulled back, frowned. "You don't think so?"
"Oh, Glory. If you knew what I was thinking right now . . ."
"Tell me?"
"And ruin a perfectly good fantasy?"
This time, she tilted her head to the side and, smiling, said, "Aren't I your fantasy?"
He slid his hands from where they rested in the small of her back down to cup her ass and squeeze. "All those times I've come into the shop and ordered lunch? I sure as hell wasn't thinking of eating a sandwich."
She blushed, and it was a beautiful sight, the way her cheeks colored like rosy apples. "I knew you were dying for my cake."
"I'm dying now, Glory."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
He backed her into the edge of the tub and pushed her to sit, dropping to his knees between her spread legs. Her thighs shook when he opened her wider. Her hands grew as white as the lip of the porcelain tub onto which she held.
He looked up once, saw that she'd closed her eyes, that she'd caught the edge of her bottom lip between her teeth, and so he lowered his gaze and took in the view he'd been waiting to see.
Her hair was trimmed. That he knew from touching her earlier. What he hadn't known was how dark it was against her soft skin. The lips of her pussy were plumped up, her clit hard and protruding, her juices sparkling there in her slit.
He couldn't wait. His palms on her thighs, he leaned forward and lapped, dipping the tip of his tongue into her hole, dragging the flat part up between her folds. One long, hot hard taste of her and he knew they were both in trouble here.
His cock strained toward his belly, the tip weeping. Glory shuddered until he thought she would tumble back into the tub. Water sloshed over her bottom, between her legs, onto the floor. He wet two fingers with her cream and slid them into her cunt.
She cried out, and he fucked her with his fingers, slowly, steadily, sucked at her clit with the same rhythmic motion, worked her pussy in and out and around, using lips, tongue, the crook and stroke of his fingers until she burst.
It was heat lightning, the sparks arcing between them. She contracted around his fingers, shuddered, trembled, groaned so deeply in her belly his fingers buried deep inside her body vibrated with the sound.
She was exquisite in her pleasure, and he took his time bringing her down, pulling away only when she placed a palm on his head. He got to his feet and she did the same. And then she smiled.
"My turn?" she asked, but he shook his head, scrambled for his jeans and his condoms.
"Sweetheart, as much as I'd love to tickle the back of your throat, there's something I want even more."
"Anything," she said, and he knew she would deny him nothing.
"Bend over."
She got a look in her eye that spoke of a very wicked nature and willingness to please. And then she stood on tiptoe, brushed her lips over his earlobe and whispered, "Take as much as you want."
He closed his eyes and swallowed the urge to shove himself into
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