"Sure thing!"
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| - | "Sure thing, | + | "Sure thing, {LAST_NAME}," you say nonchalantly. It's not like you are tired or anything, and you can't help yourself when it comes to those legs. Mary definitely has her beat in the chest department, but those legs are meant to be experienced; wrapped around your ears as they hold you locked into that pussy. You wonder if she is wearing panties at all under that short nightie, and you don't have to wonder long. |
| - | As you | + | As you answer her, she smiles broadly and another sultry grin curls the corners of her mouth. The curious smile doesn't fade as she stands slightly and sits back down a few inches over, making room for you on the couch. You can still feel her heat as you sit down, especially where her pussy have just been. Glancing over at her, you see her stretch and the nightie ride up over her hips. The thin material was almost transparent in the light of the TV and her pert nipples trying to stab through the material could plainly be seen as well. By the time you make it up to her eyes, you can see that they are locked on yours; she catches you looking, and in fact, she wants you to look. |
| - | "Everything okay with Mary? I know she caught me looking at dinner," | + | "Everything okay with Mary? I know she caught me looking at dinner," {LAST_NAME} says, as her eyes become those same lusty embers that they were at dinner. As you sit, she spins her legs over my lap and laid back against the plush arm rest of our sofa. "I hope they're okay, and I hope you won't have to tell her about giving me a good calf massage," she said, the words pouring out of her mouth like liquid desire. |
| - | + | You know you are in over your head, but what Mary doesn't know, she doesn't need to know. Your brain starts saying, "no no", but your hardening cock says, "go go". The loss of blood impairs your faithfulness to Mary, because it isn't long and those tanned, mile-long legs are in my hand, kneading the muscles like dough. The more you work, the higher you have to go, starting with her feet and moving up her slender calves. It isn't very long before neither one of you are faking paying attention to the TV; your attention is solely on her legs and body, and hers is on enjoying what you are doing to her. {LAST_NAME} is purring and mewing as your hands work their well-practiced magic on her flesh, and every inch you move higher is another fraction of an inch that she stretched. By the time you are to her calves, she lets out a long sigh and arches her back over the arm rest, her nightie creeping up over her hips once again, exposing every inch of her lower body to your eyes. You feel your tongue lick your lips and your hands stop for a moment as your eyes lock on pussy perfection. | |
| - | Every curve, every stitch of skin | + | Every curve, every stitch of skin is available for the ogling ... well, every inch you are concerned about. A little laugh pulls you back to reality, and your eyes shoot to hers and her gaze destroys the last bit of willpower that even considers trying to stop you. |
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| + | "I guess we won't be telling Mary about this," {LAST_NAME} says quietly, and she slides into your lap, straddling your legs and pulling her nightie up in one swift motion. "Since it's your ass, I'll let you decide," she says after she shakes her hair free from the well-used night shirt. "Are you going to have some fun with me, or you going to stay true to your belle?" she asks, her hands moving to unbutton and unzip your fly. | ||
Current revision as of 20:06, 17 November 2010
"Sure thing, {LAST_NAME}," you say nonchalantly. It's not like you are tired or anything, and you can't help yourself when it comes to those legs. Mary definitely has her beat in the chest department, but those legs are meant to be experienced; wrapped around your ears as they hold you locked into that pussy. You wonder if she is wearing panties at all under that short nightie, and you don't have to wonder long.
As you answer her, she smiles broadly and another sultry grin curls the corners of her mouth. The curious smile doesn't fade as she stands slightly and sits back down a few inches over, making room for you on the couch. You can still feel her heat as you sit down, especially where her pussy have just been. Glancing over at her, you see her stretch and the nightie ride up over her hips. The thin material was almost transparent in the light of the TV and her pert nipples trying to stab through the material could plainly be seen as well. By the time you make it up to her eyes, you can see that they are locked on yours; she catches you looking, and in fact, she wants you to look.
"Everything okay with Mary? I know she caught me looking at dinner," {LAST_NAME} says, as her eyes become those same lusty embers that they were at dinner. As you sit, she spins her legs over my lap and laid back against the plush arm rest of our sofa. "I hope they're okay, and I hope you won't have to tell her about giving me a good calf massage," she said, the words pouring out of her mouth like liquid desire.
You know you are in over your head, but what Mary doesn't know, she doesn't need to know. Your brain starts saying, "no no", but your hardening cock says, "go go". The loss of blood impairs your faithfulness to Mary, because it isn't long and those tanned, mile-long legs are in my hand, kneading the muscles like dough. The more you work, the higher you have to go, starting with her feet and moving up her slender calves. It isn't very long before neither one of you are faking paying attention to the TV; your attention is solely on her legs and body, and hers is on enjoying what you are doing to her. {LAST_NAME} is purring and mewing as your hands work their well-practiced magic on her flesh, and every inch you move higher is another fraction of an inch that she stretched. By the time you are to her calves, she lets out a long sigh and arches her back over the arm rest, her nightie creeping up over her hips once again, exposing every inch of her lower body to your eyes. You feel your tongue lick your lips and your hands stop for a moment as your eyes lock on pussy perfection.
Every curve, every stitch of skin is available for the ogling ... well, every inch you are concerned about. A little laugh pulls you back to reality, and your eyes shoot to hers and her gaze destroys the last bit of willpower that even considers trying to stop you.
"I guess we won't be telling Mary about this," {LAST_NAME} says quietly, and she slides into your lap, straddling your legs and pulling her nightie up in one swift motion. "Since it's your ass, I'll let you decide," she says after she shakes her hair free from the well-used night shirt. "Are you going to have some fun with me, or you going to stay true to your belle?" she asks, her hands moving to unbutton and unzip your fly.
One last bit of resistance?
