before i could reply..”can i take a shower?” he asked softly
i nodded”upstairs, first door to the right, my bedroom, you can use my bathroom”.
“thanks” he turned around and took out a small bag from his duffel bag that had all his tools.. he ran upstairs , i heard the door open and close.
“should i go in and join him?”
i mean he was just trying to have sex with me or something..
or wasnt he?
fuck why arent men ever straight to the point.
micheal has never done it with me anywhere but the bedroom, and he laughed at lord danbury for being boring in bed, never witnessed that much hypocrisy in my life.
and for the first time in a long time , i could myself actually flood my panties before i was even touched.. you know what fuck it..
i ran upstairs and softly opened and closed the door, i dropped my shorts, and hurriedly took off my shirt, i could hear the shower running , but i was thinking with the throbbing spot in between my legs, i walked in, and i heard his low but happy hums.
i walked toward the shower door and before i could grab the handle, it slid open, and a hand wrapped around my waist, and pulled me in, slamming me against the glass shower walls.
‘What took you so long.. darling” he whispered into my ears, his voice husky and filled with lust, i met his gaze and he eyed my body like a hunter.
“you look so beautiful especially when youre naked.. your beautiful breasts.. those hard nipples.. soft smooth skin.. long beautiful legs.. and fat ass”
i could feel my juices drip out of my pussy down my thighs,, as he spoke about my body.
“but i really want to see just how beautiful inside you feels.. may i?”
i nodded.. and he smirked and slowly ran his hands up my thighs.. everysecond felt like hell.. all i wanted was fur him to push his hands in me, he felt the witness on my thighs and a llow grunt escaped his lips.. turning me on like a tap..
he got my entrance and used two fingers to slide through my wetness.. slowly rubbing my clit,, he pushed the two fingers in and rubbed on my clit with his thumb… i moaned loudly.. as he touched in ways my body hadnt felt..
“i bet he doesnt make you this wet, i can make you my little wet slut.. if you dont mind being called that..”
“i want.. to.. be your.. wet slut..” i managed to mutter
” good girl”
he turned me around so i could face the wall, pushing my back down so i could arch my back..
he squatted.. and i felt his tongue run over my pussy.. i screamed in pleaasure..
he sucked and licked my pussy, each swipe of his tongue drawing me closer to orgasm.