Indecision creates pleasure anyway
From Torg Adventure
Your eyes glazed at the thought of Ashley and Salja slurping down your cock with wild abandon, but somewhere in your addled brain you thought to return to reality. You peeked into the room, but Salja's bed was empty, and your heart slammed against your sternum. Where the fuck--?
"You're a dick, Andrew," Salja's voice popped into your ear. You spun around in time to see her resting back onto her heels wearing only her jeans and a smile. "You could at least fuck me on the bed."
"Fuc-- what, huh?" You sputtered. Tearing your eyes from her free tits proved difficult. "Salja, you really want to? In there?"
"Told you Ashley brings guys around all the time." Her hand brushed over your hardness to your mutual delight. "Can't I? And besides, I trust you enough."
Not much wandered through your lusty brainfog after that, but as she turned her brushes into slow strokes, some words made it to your mouth. "Ever thought about this?"
Pressing herself to you, Salja purred, "What do you think?"
Arms suddenly flew into the air and you found your lips on hers and your palms disappearing into those luscious tits. Salja's tits, with steely nipples raking into your hands. Fucking hell, what a night.
Somewhere after your dueling tongues fought to a stalemate, Salja broke your kiss and gasped, "Gimme that cock, Andrew. Bad boy, you've been hiding it from me."
"You never asked," you groaned as she collapsed to her knees. The crack of light from the room caught her in profile, rolling over the swell of her breasts and creases of her taut stomach, down to the strength of her thighs. Her arms flexed slightly as she grabbed your waistband, looking disgusted with the impediment to her prize. Her eyes shone with thirst, regarding your cock as a lost desert traveler regards an oasis. In a long slurp, it vanished into her mouth, and a rattling moan left your lips.
Does Salja take you fast or take her time?
