lap when I caught her with my teeth a little too hard. I drew a hand up her body and cupped her full, round breasts in my palms, tugging at her nipples and twisting, causing her to squirm.
She moaned and arched her neck back, thrusting her tits harder into my hands. “Open your eyes, beautiful. Watch me touch you,” I whispered at her neck as I watched us in the bar mirror. Her eyes fluttered open and landed at my hands on her breasts in the reflection.
“You like watchin’ me touch you?”
She groaned as I slid one hand down her body to land between her soft thighs. I fingered her clit and ran my fingers along the moist length of her. “You’re soakin’, baby.” I nipped at her earlobe as I thrust three fingers into her, hard and fast, unrelenting. I pumped in and out of her as she groaned and rocked against my hand. Suddenly, I had an idea. I fished my phone out of my pocket and flipped to the camera. I lifted and aimed it at the erotic reflection in the mirror in front of us.
“Put your feet on the bottom rung and stand up so you can see yourself. See my fingers pumping in and out of that sweet pussy.”
Kat’s eyes opened wide for a fraction when she saw my camera aimed at us. I watched her try to focus as my fingers plunged in and out of her. Finally, she stood and threw her head back, succumbing to the sensations of my fingers in her body.
I watched as my hand worked between the V of her thighs in the reflection. Her neck arched back in a lean line, tits thrust high as she panted with every breath. I started snapping pictures. The first few I took hid her face, just a curtain of red falling around her, but the pleasure written on her features was too beautiful to miss. I pulled her hair to one side and snapped a few more. The bar was dimmed, just the soft backlight from behind the bar capturing the pleasure on our faces, shadows bathing her soft body: the curve of a breast, a pebbled nipple, the angle of a jaw, a flash of red hair. Those light freckles dusting across her nose made her an irresistible cross between a sex goddess and the girl next door.
“Do you want me to take you here? You want me to fuck you against the bar?” I growled as her eyes locked with mine in the mirror. I set the camera down next to us.
“Yes,” she murmured.
“Beg.” I held her gaze in the reflection. I watched emotion blaze a path across her eyes. She narrowed her greens on my shining blues as she worked over the one-word command in her brain.
“Beg, Kat,” I demanded as I pumped my hand in and out of her pussy and hooked my finger against her inner wall. “Tell me you want me to take you. Tell me you want my dick pounding into your greedy cunt,” I growled as she whimpered and worked her hips back and forth on my lap, rubbing her ass against my straining cock.
“No,” she moaned mindlessly.
“Beg, Kat. I won’t fuck you with my dick until you beg me for it,” I whispered dangerously. Her eyes flicked up to hold my own again.
“Mmm . . .” She ran one of her hands down her body and kneaded at her breast. “I won’t beg,” she murmured, maintaining eye contact as she twisted her nipple and writhed against me.
“Not givin’ you my cock ‘til you beg, Sugar.” My lips turned up in a cocky grin.
“I can play dirty, too,” she smirked before trailing her hand down her body and landing it on my hand pushing in and out of her. She locked her hand around my wrist and pulled my fingers out of her hot body, trailing it up her stomach and over her breasts, her juices leaving a shining path in their wake, before pulling my fingertips up her neck and thrusting them in her mouth. She swirled and sucked, teasing my fingers with her tongue just as I knew she would do with my cock. A groan escaped my throat as she licked them clean.
“Fuck,” I murmured as I lifted my phone and flipped it to video, training the camera on her soft body in the reflection. I zoomed in on her tits, the pebbled nipples
She moaned and arched her neck back, thrusting her tits harder into my hands. “Open your eyes, beautiful. Watch me touch you,” I whispered at her neck as I watched us in the bar mirror. Her eyes fluttered open and landed at my hands on her breasts in the reflection.
“You like watchin’ me touch you?”
She groaned as I slid one hand down her body to land between her soft thighs. I fingered her clit and ran my fingers along the moist length of her. “You’re soakin’, baby.” I nipped at her earlobe as I thrust three fingers into her, hard and fast, unrelenting. I pumped in and out of her as she groaned and rocked against my hand. Suddenly, I had an idea. I fished my phone out of my pocket and flipped to the camera. I lifted and aimed it at the erotic reflection in the mirror in front of us.
“Put your feet on the bottom rung and stand up so you can see yourself. See my fingers pumping in and out of that sweet pussy.”
Kat’s eyes opened wide for a fraction when she saw my camera aimed at us. I watched her try to focus as my fingers plunged in and out of her. Finally, she stood and threw her head back, succumbing to the sensations of my fingers in her body.
I watched as my hand worked between the V of her thighs in the reflection. Her neck arched back in a lean line, tits thrust high as she panted with every breath. I started snapping pictures. The first few I took hid her face, just a curtain of red falling around her, but the pleasure written on her features was too beautiful to miss. I pulled her hair to one side and snapped a few more. The bar was dimmed, just the soft backlight from behind the bar capturing the pleasure on our faces, shadows bathing her soft body: the curve of a breast, a pebbled nipple, the angle of a jaw, a flash of red hair. Those light freckles dusting across her nose made her an irresistible cross between a sex goddess and the girl next door.
“Do you want me to take you here? You want me to fuck you against the bar?” I growled as her eyes locked with mine in the mirror. I set the camera down next to us.
“Yes,” she murmured.
“Beg.” I held her gaze in the reflection. I watched emotion blaze a path across her eyes. She narrowed her greens on my shining blues as she worked over the one-word command in her brain.
“Beg, Kat,” I demanded as I pumped my hand in and out of her pussy and hooked my finger against her inner wall. “Tell me you want me to take you. Tell me you want my dick pounding into your greedy cunt,” I growled as she whimpered and worked her hips back and forth on my lap, rubbing her ass against my straining cock.
“No,” she moaned mindlessly.
“Beg, Kat. I won’t fuck you with my dick until you beg me for it,” I whispered dangerously. Her eyes flicked up to hold my own again.
“Mmm . . .” She ran one of her hands down her body and kneaded at her breast. “I won’t beg,” she murmured, maintaining eye contact as she twisted her nipple and writhed against me.
“Not givin’ you my cock ‘til you beg, Sugar.” My lips turned up in a cocky grin.
“I can play dirty, too,” she smirked before trailing her hand down her body and landing it on my hand pushing in and out of her. She locked her hand around my wrist and pulled my fingers out of her hot body, trailing it up her stomach and over her breasts, her juices leaving a shining path in their wake, before pulling my fingertips up her neck and thrusting them in her mouth. She swirled and sucked, teasing my fingers with her tongue just as I knew she would do with my cock. A groan escaped my throat as she licked them clean.
“Fuck,” I murmured as I lifted my phone and flipped it to video, training the camera on her soft body in the reflection. I zoomed in on her tits, the pebbled nipples
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