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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,594
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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“This is better than doing your homework, isn’t it?” he said, a smirk on his face and his hands on her ass.
She gave a small nod, clutching his arms. She liked arms, she reminded himself. Especially ones like these. They were strong and rough to the touch and ended in large, calloused hands.
She tried to find the beauty in his body as his tongue pushed its way into her mouth. His lips tasted tangy, his face felt scratchy and raw, and if she placed her hands on the back of his head as they kissed, she could almost pretend that she was in control of him.
as he pressed his body against hers, pushing her against the car, she nearly liked the feeling of the sharpness pressing between her legs. She pushed back, giving him a small smile and tried to appreciate the low groans coming in her direction.
She didn’t protest as he pulled her into the car and she tried to cross her legs as he skillfully moved the seats forward. Too late for modesty, she figured. He already knows he’s not with much of a lady.
She closed her eyes as his fingers deftly moved lower, lightly caressing her. She smiled as she realized this was a nice touch. A rush of warmth went through her body and she suddenly felt giddy. Her eyes opened too soon, meeting the burning look of his, which he took as an invitation to continue.
As he was fumbling to take his pants off she felt her skin sticking to the black leather seats and a drop of sweat from his forehead fell to her cheek. She choked on a laugh as it occurred to her how unsexy this rendezvous was turning out to be.
Various ways of telling this story to her girlfriends began running through her mind. Different points that could be exaggerated for humor and observations she could share of the male body that she found herself noting with scientific precision.
A particularly amusing observation being turned around in her was sharply interrupted by the harshest pain she had ever felt. It’s OK, she told herself. Everyone talked about that. In a moment it would be replaced by fullness and happiness and lo- why wasn’t it getting any better?
“You’re so tight” he whispered, as if it was a compliment, and continued his ministrations.
She clenched her jaw and forced her eyes to meet his half trying to convey her pain and half trying to be sexy. She felt tears building from every nook and secret place of her being.
Suddenly he was gone. Sitting up. Searching for his pants, not bothering to clean up the seat.
She quickly pulled her pants back up, trying to appear nonchalant. “You’ve got my number,” she murmured, giving him a chaste kiss and quickly letting herself out of the car. As she walked away she felt his eyes following her. She added a slight sway to her step. A lady never revealed her secrets.
She gave a small nod, clutching his arms. She liked arms, she reminded himself. Especially ones like these. They were strong and rough to the touch and ended in large, calloused hands.
She tried to find the beauty in his body as his tongue pushed its way into her mouth. His lips tasted tangy, his face felt scratchy and raw, and if she placed her hands on the back of his head as they kissed, she could almost pretend that she was in control of him.
as he pressed his body against hers, pushing her against the car, she nearly liked the feeling of the sharpness pressing between her legs. She pushed back, giving him a small smile and tried to appreciate the low groans coming in her direction.
She didn’t protest as he pulled her into the car and she tried to cross her legs as he skillfully moved the seats forward. Too late for modesty, she figured. He already knows he’s not with much of a lady.
She closed her eyes as his fingers deftly moved lower, lightly caressing her. She smiled as she realized this was a nice touch. A rush of warmth went through her body and she suddenly felt giddy. Her eyes opened too soon, meeting the burning look of his, which he took as an invitation to continue.
As he was fumbling to take his pants off she felt her skin sticking to the black leather seats and a drop of sweat from his forehead fell to her cheek. She choked on a laugh as it occurred to her how unsexy this rendezvous was turning out to be.
Various ways of telling this story to her girlfriends began running through her mind. Different points that could be exaggerated for humor and observations she could share of the male body that she found herself noting with scientific precision.
A particularly amusing observation being turned around in her was sharply interrupted by the harshest pain she had ever felt. It’s OK, she told herself. Everyone talked about that. In a moment it would be replaced by fullness and happiness and lo- why wasn’t it getting any better?
“You’re so tight” he whispered, as if it was a compliment, and continued his ministrations.
She clenched her jaw and forced her eyes to meet his half trying to convey her pain and half trying to be sexy. She felt tears building from every nook and secret place of her being.
Suddenly he was gone. Sitting up. Searching for his pants, not bothering to clean up the seat.
She quickly pulled her pants back up, trying to appear nonchalant. “You’ve got my number,” she murmured, giving him a chaste kiss and quickly letting herself out of the car. As she walked away she felt his eyes following her. She added a slight sway to her step. A lady never revealed her secrets.