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Authors: K. C. Falls
world at his father's expense. So much the better. It was a convenient box to put him in.
I had been raised to respect hard work, not silver spoons in undeserving, if beautiful mouths. I was thankful for a reason not to find him irresistible.
Chapter 4--Morgan
After I left the kitchen my cock deflated rapidly. The bastard was way too quick to respond to the sight of Lara standing there in the pale light. I had wondered what her body looked like under those shapeless chef's togs and now I knew. I figured she'd be slim so her curves took me, and my boy, by surprise. The tiny little top rode high above a waist that looked like it would easily fit in the span of my hands and made the curve of her hips seem like a juicy, swollen pear. I was amazed that someone so tiny could look so ripe. I knew I stared for too long, but it was impossible to tear my eyes away.
Her breasts had an ever so gentle slope down to her tight puckered nipples. I could make out the dark outlines of her areolas under the nearly sheer fabric straining over generous globes that begged for a couple of hands to wrap around them. I'd almost forgotten what a nature-made tit looked like. Most of the women I knew looked like they'd literally had half of a perfect cantaloupe sutured into their chest.
The miniscule triangle covering her pussy told me she wasn't shaved there. I could see the dark shadow under it. Actual pubic hair was almost never a feature of the women I knew. Every so often there'd be a landing strip or an itty bitty triangle. One chick had a little heart-shaped patch. I'd always told myself I liked the bald pussy thing, but somehow the thought of burying my face into a sweet little bush sent the blood rushing to my dick.
I popped open one of the bottles I had managed to hold onto and drained it dry. Closing my eyes only made the image of Lara clearer. My hand wandered down to my cock. It was twitching again as I recalled the image of her standing nearly naked and within my reach.
I gave myself permission. Head against the pillow and hand between my thighs I played a mind-movie starring a brown-eyed girl.
Her pink rosebud of a mouth shone in the pale light. She had licked her lips, readying them to slide over the head of my cock. I watched as she ran her tongue around the head flicking the ridge, driving me wild to be inside her. She was teasing me, torturing me slowly as she popped the swollen end in and out of her mouth.
A small hand worked the base of my shaft, up and down with a little twisting motion that made me swell even more. When she reached under my erection to take my balls into her hand, they undulated inside the sack. She rolled them softly around with strong fingers and I felt the sharp edges of her nails graze the skin behind them.
At last she took me deeply, sucking hard on my length and taking more of me inside her than I could have imagined. The humming sounds of her pleasure as she worked me in and out vibrated on the rigid flesh and I arched my hips, fucking her face and locking my eyes on her tawny gaze. I moaned a deep growl when she quickened the pace and I felt the brink of orgasm approach. She sensed it and moved away from me. She was drawing my pleasure out; taking me to the edge and pulling me back.
I watched her rise slightly and position my cock between her breasts. Taut nipples tangled in the dark curls at the base, pink against black. Squeezing the creamy globes around my shaft, she enveloped me in her soft flesh. I was so engorged that the head was nearly purple against her perfect paleness. I watched as I disappeared again and again into the channel of bliss she made for his pleasure. The sight ignited me.
Pearly drops were starting to leak from my head and she used them to lubricate her chest, painting the soft sides of her beautiful mounds with my fluid. She looked up at me and smiled like an angelic devil before she plunged me back into her warmth.
I was ready to fuck her. I ached to be
I had been raised to respect hard work, not silver spoons in undeserving, if beautiful mouths. I was thankful for a reason not to find him irresistible.
Chapter 4--Morgan
After I left the kitchen my cock deflated rapidly. The bastard was way too quick to respond to the sight of Lara standing there in the pale light. I had wondered what her body looked like under those shapeless chef's togs and now I knew. I figured she'd be slim so her curves took me, and my boy, by surprise. The tiny little top rode high above a waist that looked like it would easily fit in the span of my hands and made the curve of her hips seem like a juicy, swollen pear. I was amazed that someone so tiny could look so ripe. I knew I stared for too long, but it was impossible to tear my eyes away.
Her breasts had an ever so gentle slope down to her tight puckered nipples. I could make out the dark outlines of her areolas under the nearly sheer fabric straining over generous globes that begged for a couple of hands to wrap around them. I'd almost forgotten what a nature-made tit looked like. Most of the women I knew looked like they'd literally had half of a perfect cantaloupe sutured into their chest.
The miniscule triangle covering her pussy told me she wasn't shaved there. I could see the dark shadow under it. Actual pubic hair was almost never a feature of the women I knew. Every so often there'd be a landing strip or an itty bitty triangle. One chick had a little heart-shaped patch. I'd always told myself I liked the bald pussy thing, but somehow the thought of burying my face into a sweet little bush sent the blood rushing to my dick.
I popped open one of the bottles I had managed to hold onto and drained it dry. Closing my eyes only made the image of Lara clearer. My hand wandered down to my cock. It was twitching again as I recalled the image of her standing nearly naked and within my reach.
I gave myself permission. Head against the pillow and hand between my thighs I played a mind-movie starring a brown-eyed girl.
Her pink rosebud of a mouth shone in the pale light. She had licked her lips, readying them to slide over the head of my cock. I watched as she ran her tongue around the head flicking the ridge, driving me wild to be inside her. She was teasing me, torturing me slowly as she popped the swollen end in and out of her mouth.
A small hand worked the base of my shaft, up and down with a little twisting motion that made me swell even more. When she reached under my erection to take my balls into her hand, they undulated inside the sack. She rolled them softly around with strong fingers and I felt the sharp edges of her nails graze the skin behind them.
At last she took me deeply, sucking hard on my length and taking more of me inside her than I could have imagined. The humming sounds of her pleasure as she worked me in and out vibrated on the rigid flesh and I arched my hips, fucking her face and locking my eyes on her tawny gaze. I moaned a deep growl when she quickened the pace and I felt the brink of orgasm approach. She sensed it and moved away from me. She was drawing my pleasure out; taking me to the edge and pulling me back.
I watched her rise slightly and position my cock between her breasts. Taut nipples tangled in the dark curls at the base, pink against black. Squeezing the creamy globes around my shaft, she enveloped me in her soft flesh. I was so engorged that the head was nearly purple against her perfect paleness. I watched as I disappeared again and again into the channel of bliss she made for his pleasure. The sight ignited me.
Pearly drops were starting to leak from my head and she used them to lubricate her chest, painting the soft sides of her beautiful mounds with my fluid. She looked up at me and smiled like an angelic devil before she plunged me back into her warmth.
I was ready to fuck her. I ached to be
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