I’m trying to be all business, but I can’t resist the pleasure on offer.
Looking into their glazed-over eyes, I can tell the meeting has gone on 20 minutes longer than it should have. We have been in this portable makeshift meeting room for an hour now, and I am losing my staff.
My eyes roam across their bored faces. They are probably dreaming of cloudberry Lakka drinks in this small Finnish ski town’s nightlife in Levi. Later, they will roll out of bed to ride the white slopes and spend their afternoon in front of a fire with cases from the Lapland brewery.
Yes, this November, Levi has a beautiful resort that promises to have excellent views of the Northern Lights. Nature’s romantic getaway. That’s why I picked it for our winter edition photo shoot.
Unfortunately, I guess no one but me realizes that this is a work trip.
Sure, don’t mine, Keyshia Starks. I’m only the acting head editor of this freakin’ magazine.
“Are we all clear on the schedule?” I ask nervously, shuffling through my speaking points for this meeting.
Low grunts of agreement float toward me. I feel bad. It’s not that I don’t want people to enjoy their time here, but I have a lot of pressure on me.
This is my first photo shoot as head editor. I have a lot to prove. To my mom. To the company that thinks this job is only my birthright and a side vacation until I get inspired to do something else with my life.
The crew’s heads stay down as I begin reading the checklist of equipment needed in the morning. Our head grifter, Paul West, narrows his pointy grey eyes and clips out a “yep” as I read out the items.
“Darling,” he interrupts me after a moment. “I’ve been doing this since you started playing dress-up in our company’s closet.”
Darling!?! Was that a dog whistle comment? F you, old man.
I hate that pudgy a-hole. Always so condescending to the female staff at Shades & Muses Magazine.
I watch Paul stand up and add, “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. I got this. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a nightcap waiting for me in my room. I want to get in some peace and quiet before my roommates come back.”
My dark brown eyes narrow at his backhanded comment about the sleeping arrangements. One of my ideas that, of course, everyone hated. But this was an expensive trip. Why not save a little money by renting out four big cabins for staff and talent?
It’s a whole lot cheaper than paying $1000 a night for each person in a hotel room. And it’s closer to the location sites than renting rooms on the mountain. Cabins at the resort make it even more convenient by not having to commute up and down the place.
Paul turns his back on me without waiting for my permission. My jaw tightens at the disrespect. Then, it falls open as people slowly follow his lead as they loudly pack up their things and exit the portable office we rented onsite.
“Well, everyone, get a good night’s sleep!” I announce to save face. “We have an early start in the….”
My voice trails off as the last staff member to leave shuts the door behind him.
My eyelids begin to burn at the thought that I’m still the outsider looking in. No power and no respect.
“I think sharing the cabins is a great idea.”
I’m taken aback by the Finnish accent across the table. I hadn’t noticed he had not left yet.
The voice belongs to a young man, barely in his twenties. His blond, shaggy hair almost fully covers a strong, lively face as he looks at me sheepishly through long eyelashes. After a moment, he feels brave enough to lift his head, and he meets my eyes.
Shining blue eyes, set wickedly within their sockets, roam admiringly over me. Knowing that look, I refuse to encourage him, so I busy myself with collecting my notes.
I have to admit that it is cute to have a young man schoolboy crushing on me, but I’ve never been into barely legal boys. I don’t have the patience or the time to teach them what to do with bedroom talent.
“Oh, thank you,” I sniff. Then, I gather my belongings as I politely ask, “You’re one of the new hires, right?”
Another way to save money was to hire the locals. They are inexperienced but cheap. Good for the heavy lifting and setting up the equipment. Any real talent was flown out from our company’s San Francisco location.
“Ya, my first time on something like this,” he admits. When I meet his blue eyes, they sparkle in awe. “I’m very excited.”
His youthful enthusiasm is sweet. It reminds me of when I had first come to see my mother work at the magazine. All the glam and preparation to make the best shots on the page layout. Images that millions would see and envy. All while thinking that’s the look I would love to go for.
Then, the young man’s gaze caresses me as it makes a leisurely stroll up my curves.
“You are an attractive woman,” he whispers as his hot eyes capture mine once again.
I think my figure is too thick in many places, mainly my arms and thighs. Having it all inspected makes me feel uneasy, especially from this tall, good-looking stranger.
“What’s your name?” I ask of my new friend.
“Johannes Virtanen.”
“Wow, that’s a mouthful,” I smile. “I’m Keyshia Starks. Nice to meet you.”
He offers a hand. I take it and he adds, “Hauska tavata. Ja tervetuloa Suomeen.”
I recognize the word “tervetuloa.” It had been used 20 times in the course of going through airport customs and to the hotel resort.
“I got welcome, but the rest…” I shrug.
When he rubs the scalp of his golden hair, his white t-shirt lifts a bit to reveal a washboard stomach. I avert my eyes from the direction of the V-shape right above his slightly sagging jeans and fight back the warmth that attacks my breasts.
“Oh, it’s how we say nice to meet you and welcome to our country,” he says. Then, he quickly takes my black satchel purse onto his skinny shoulders. “I can teach you some Finnish while I walk you to your cabin.”
Smooth, I think. Little man is trying to spit game.
I sport a cheesy smile at the compliment of a younger guy showing me so much attention. Lord knows it has been a while since anyone has looked that eagerly at me.
I accept his offer with another smile and a nod. He holds the door open and gestures for me to lead the way.
“What a gentleman for such a young age,” I comment, feeling more hyped up.
“Young!?! I’m 20. Not much older than you,” he says.
“Oh, see. I knew you were smooth,” I giggle. “And before you ruin it by asking my age, all I will say is that I’m not old enough to be your mother, but I’m sure your eldest sister wouldn’t approve of me.”
That is if his eldest sister has recently turned 30.
“I’m sure my sister would say age is just a number,” he says.
“Then, she definitely is around my age if she is quoting from Aaliyah,” I smile up his six-foot lanky height.
“Excuse me, but who is A…Aaliyah, was it?”
“Yeah, we should stop talking now,” I say as I speed up through the snow.
The cabins are eerily quiet with lights from every room still on. I figured tonight’s meeting would be the last I’d see of the crew. They were all going in different directions, looking for sex (Joaquin), alcohol (Paul and half of the crew), adventure (Samantha), and/or privacy (Anthony and Gabe).
Tomorrow is the first day of shooting, and everyone is fired up on a lethal combination of excitement, adrenaline, and hormones from being in a new place.
I must be more responsible than that. Scheduling, authorizing contacts, and getting permits is only the tip of the iceberg of my responsibilities. Oh, as well as making sure people show up to work and do their freaking job!
“You know from the moment I saw you,” Johannes says, interrupting my thoughts. “I thought this is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Are all women from America like you?”
“Haha, cute,” I laugh.
The small hurt behind his eyes made me pause. I probably shouldn’t be so dismissive with his compliments. I don’t want to traumatize him from asking women out.
And here is a young guy who is being nice to me, despite the obvious pick-up lines.
He is cute. What is the harm in a little flirting?
I had planned to do much more than flirting on this trip, just not with a young guy. Yet, he could be good practice until I get the opportunity to go for someone more age appropriate.
I clear my throat and say, “You’re sweet. I didn’t mean to sound cold but…”
“You are too old for me,” he says. I throw him a hard glare. His hands go up in a shrug, and he quickly adds, “Your words, not mine.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You were thinking it. You see, we are in sync and have just met. We are meant to be. No number can erase that.”
His blue eyes sparkle down at me in confidence. A smug grin on his face.
You’re cute but not that cute, little man.
I’m about to cut him down with an insult when suddenly I feel my feet slip across a bit of icy slush. My body moves forward.
Johannes’s arms are around me. In seconds, my momentum is shifted, but I can’t correct my balance. I give in to the inevitable fall, finding myself flat on top of his chest. Fluffs of snow on my cheeks and eyelashes.
Realizing he has sacrificed himself to break my fall, I gaze into his blue eyes and breath out a, “Thank you.”
He stares up at my full lips. His look is hungry and determined. Then, he mumbles, “Ole hyvä. You’re welcome,” before his warm lips reach up to take mine.
His tongue glides inside my parted mouth, and I note he tastes of lemon and raisins. Surprisingly, his tongue moves with my hunger, twirling and dancing to my beat.
Things start to stir in my panties as lightning surges from my mouth, traveling to my breasts and down to the bottom of my stomach. Soon, I slightly withdrew my tongue to suck and kiss his soft, sweet lips which move perfectly with mine.
In moments, he grabs my bottom and guides it to gyrate above his trousers’ growth. One hand slides over my butt. I moan into his mouth as I feel his index finger rub over my pants between my legs. The friction of his touch against my lower lips perks up my nipples, causing me to plunge my tongue deeper into his mouth.
How long has it been since I’ve kissed anyone? A few months, even longer if you add not having a warm body underneath me.
As I enjoy his tongue, my dull senses wake back up. Half of me is bringing up my rule: No sexual relationship with co-workers. Don’t take a number two where you eat!
The other half of me is wondering how talented that tongue can be in other places.
I take a sip of Lakka. As the cloudberry taste slips past my lips, I think about how dangerous this tasty, sweet drink can be. I could drink all of it in two gulps and be drunk for the rest of the night.
Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, I think. Probably a lot wiser than what I’m gonna do next.
I stare at myself in the long mirror of my private bathroom. The stiff C-cups of the light blue babydoll lingerie make me itch and the matching g-string seems a bit much for a one-night stand. But the shade looks nice against my dark walnut skin.
I can’t believe I’m gonna have sex with a guy 10 years younger than me. But damn he’s a good kisser. I have to see what else he’s got in store from his young behind.
And, besides he’s a local hire. Not officially a member of the Shades & Muses magazine’s workforce. So, rule intact.
Mom would be proud, I think sarcastically. God, why did I start thinking of my mom!?!
No, shake it off. You need this! I yell at myself. Forget everything, get out there, and get you some good young pup booty.
“Milf without the F-ing M, okaaayy!” I snap two fingers in the air and turn to open the bathroom door.
“Keyshia?” Johannes taps on the frosted-glass restroom door, humor and concern mixed in his tone. “Are you going to come out?”
His voice is low and huskier than before. He sounds as thirsty as I was kissing him outside on the snow-covered ground.
He’s ready.
Horny.
Perfect.
I take a step back to assess my work and feel incredibly gorgeous for about five seconds, knowing he’ll love it… until it hits me that I’d bought the underwear specifically for that purpose. Because I was planning a journey that would take me away from home. My family’s business was far away from everyone who knew it. I could be anyone and do anything somewhere else.
That is to say, did I intend for this to happen? To some extent, yes. Perhaps not with Johannes, but with another person.
But isn’t this strange?
Have I crossed a line?
Johannes is just a hookup, and no rational woman would buy sexy, expensive underwear for a guy she is hooking up with unless she plans to turn the hookup sex into hang-out-afterward-do-it-again sex, followed by wake-up-together-and-make breakfast-together-again sex-before-picking-out-weekend-getaways-together.
And it isn’t something I’m looking for, right?
I don’t have time for a relationship let alone a stranger with benefits. No, hook up then back to work.
I smooth back a few of my friends that have escaped from my black, curly bun.
Sexy. I tell myself as I chew at the end of my index finger. You got this.
“Keyshia?” Johannes calls from the closed door again.
I pound back the rest of my drink. “Coming.”
Lingerie or not? It doesn’t matter, I could take it off, walk out there naked… and voilá. SEX!
Put the jeans back on! My sensible self rings out.
Shaking my head, I make my final decision to go with it. I take a deep breath and open the door.
His shocked eyes roam down the light blue bodice, slowly taking in every curve of my dark brown skin. His blond hair is tousled from our groping session minutes ago in the snow.
With the removal of his jacket, white shirt, and jeans, I got a full sight of his V-shaped pelvis. This time I force myself to follow it down to the rim of his red boxers.
A bit disappointed by the loose fabric hiding the size of his manhood. I guess I’ll have to be surprised. I hope not shockingly surprised. Dry humping in the snow did suggest I would be satisfied.
“Whoa…I…” he stutters.
His inexperience starts to show. And before I lose my nerve, I take control by wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down on my lips. We kiss with an awkward hunger only drunken teenagers share.
Then, a switch happens and he pushes me onto the bed, his torso lays on top of me.
His lemon and raisin taste is gone and now he smells and tastes of spearmint gum. A smell that reminds me of bumping into Joaquin an hour before the meeting. Right before he —
No. Stop. Don’t think. Just kiss.
Johannes’s body is lean and hard as he presses against me, his hips grinding into mine, the firm ridge of his undeniable arousal in his boxers sparking pleasure between my legs.
Yes! He’s not small.
I moan.
Yes, hell to the f-ing-I getting-mine-yes! This is definitely what I want. He sucks on my throat as he kisses his way down my neck, and I moan again, arching my back and getting hotter.
His prince albert rolls over my clit before dropping low onto the rim of my vagina. My blue thong fabric and his red boxers are the only barrier between him shoving his cock straight into my moistening hole.
Then, I tense at the eruption of a woman’s joyful screaming and laughter emerging from the room next door.
What the…!?!
Johannes seems unconcerned. Or, can’t be bothered. He simply continues to grind his hard cock against my pelvis and kisses me once more.
As his weight crushes against me, his hips move quicker on top of me, and his body heats up. I close my eyes, trying to focus on his touch.
He grips my breast with a hard squeeze and pushes his tongue deep into my mouth. After that, I hear him.
My “next-door neighbor/roommate” for these next two weeks. I cringe as I hear his deep voice from just outside my bedroom door and my eyelids spring open with a jolt.
I rip from our kiss, steadying my hand on Johannes’s chest with startling speed.
Johannes looks down at my hand as I pant beneath him.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, disoriented. “Are you hurt?”
“No,” I clear my throat.
Ohmigod. My body is shaking. I can still hear the bass in Joaquin’s tone in the other room.
Joaquin Márquez is working his charm with a model he is entertaining in his room. I just know it!
We haven’t taken any shots yet. And he is already dipping into the talent. This better not cause any delays.
Before I can calculate the cost of replacing one or more models from the photo shoot after they’ve been chewed up and spit out by Joaquin, I shake the thought out of my head.
No. Not. Tonight.
Worry about it later.
“Don’t ….stop,” I order between heavy breaths.
I sit up and yank at the back of Johannes’s head, smashing his lips against mine. Then, I twerk into him like a stripper trying to make rent on the last day of the month.
Suddenly, the pit of my stomach starts to feel upset. Not the feeling I am hoping for while a hot, young guy is dry humping me.
Then, a wave moves over me that screams, “Get him off!”
Yes, I am partially breaking one of my rules but that isn’t why I want to stop. It’s that voice, that throaty laugh echoing through the thin walls of the next room. It’s Joaquin.
The Spanish photographer of every straight woman’s fantasy. If I am breaking a rule, my body wants to break it with his sexy, tan behind. The God of deep pipe laying. At least that is the word around the magazine building. And I want a taste of it.
But you hate him, I remind myself.
Do you have to stand someone to have them dip inside for a nice ride?
My mama didn’t raise no fool. I know hooking up with the player from Barcelona would be idiotic. My career would plummet, and my heart would drop from his constant whoring around.
But what a way to go down!
Johannes is attractive and his no-strings-attached pass tonight, or even during this work trip, is the most rational option.
Johannes yanks the flimsy, light blue babydoll dress over my head and tosses it somewhere across the room while I try my hardest to block out the sounds of screeches and giggles from next door.
I am confident that Johannes is saying a bunch of nice things about how sexy I am as he kisses down my body, but all I can hear is Joaquin’s laugh. That deep, sexy as F, full-on Spanish laugh I would know anywhere since I’ve creamed my panties enough times to get wet when I hear it.
I wriggle uncomfortably as Johannes runs his fingers down between my legs, skimming the lace of my G-string. And I feel guilty being more turned on by a laugh than Johannes’s touch.
His hand moves in small, eager circles between my legs. His kisses trail down my stomach as I force myself to enjoy it.
Then, a loud slap follows a female laughing scream of shocked outrage. Johannes’s head pops up. We both stare at the adjoining wall between me and Joaquin’s bedroom.
More laughter floats through.
“Maybe I should get them to keep it down a bit?” Johannes gets up to leave.
I force his head down while saying, “No, keep going… just…”
He kisses his way down and stops to swirl his tongue around my waistline. He releases a low growl before softly nibbling across the area above my G-string.
I suck in a short breath. Growling, huh? Kinky foreign white boy stuff. Am I up for this?
I feel like the crevice between my thighs is drying up a bit.
Concentrate, I tell myself as his tongue licks under the lace edge of my G-string. His fingers slide inside to pull the satin material to one side.
Oh, yes!!!
Just as I feel his hot breath swirl around my moistening area, laughter erupts on the other side of the wall. Joaquin’s laughter is loud and confident. Then follows a symphony of feminine giggling… and a wave of fierce resentment washes over me.
“That’s it!” It’s my turn to growl.
I slip off the bed, not aware nor caring that I have shoved Johannes onto the floor in the process. Maybe I am like every other female in the magazine. Whipped by Joaquin’s charm.
When I first met him, I was crushing hard. But his personality made me drop that right quick. Now, I lust after him in secret. And I know I won’t be able to get through this much-needed lay without shutting that hottie’s distraction up.
Even if I have to imagine Joaquin’s smiling, dimpled face as I ride Johannes hard, I’m hooking up tonight!
I shift my body on top of Johannes. My tongue blasts into him like a thermal rocket. I taste him the way I’ve wanted to taste Joaquin for years, desperate to get him any way I can.
As his mouth works over my lips, I melt into him, returning each suck and peck as hungrily as he gives them.
He draws me in closer by slipping his arms around my waist. I now turn to face him and touch his face. My tongue lightly touches his lips. His bottom lip is full and plump; his top lip is a little thinner.
I enjoy tasting him. I lean in and lick that seductive body, tasting the luscious strawberry flavor of the milkshake he had stolen earlier from me.
As soon as our lips part, the kiss swiftly intensifies as we savor each other. A duel. Our tongues dance about one other’s mouth, chasing and stroking each other.
In a hypnotic trance, I allow him to guide my hand onto his groin. My hand runs over the enormous circular bulge, which makes me more excited.
Taking a brief pause, he murmurs, “Touch me. I want to feel your hands on me.”
I feel his strong rod against my palm and thick outer thigh. My lower half throbs from wanting him inside me. His hands squeeze my plump ass, and a flow begins in my panties.
I know I was so harsh on him in the beginning. I have…or once had…a rule, but right now, everything is up for grabs. I crave him and all else this evening has to offer.
Palming his length, I feel his robust penis through his pants.
The laughter roars again, furling me to be bolder and more urgent before my mind takes control.
I open his pants and slide my hands inside. Magma titanium. The same heat that I feel between my thighs is blazing from his dick.
And I know I only want my fire to be put out in one way: by him inside of me.
My head is cloudy from his tongue roaming inside my mouth. Facts of me being a conquest, his player history, and how crappy tonight has gone, fly out of my mind. I only concentrate on how good he makes me feel.
He pulls his head away and my eyes look into his piercing blue eyes as they glow behind his golden locks.
We keep eye contact while he moves lower between my legs. His strong arms lift under my thighs and pull my ass to the edge of the bed.
He kisses my inner thigh and mumbles things in Finnish between each peck. My ears burn at the way his words caress me even though I have no idea what he is saying. The intensity of every soft word is equal to a devoted lover saying: “You are mine and I am yours.”
I feel the warmth of his hands on the sides of my g-sting. He tugs it down to my ankles before tearing the fabric away in one rough move. Then, I hear him take in a deep sniff. And his lips breathe heat over my pelvis as he whispers, “How wet are you?”
Oh, lord!
I know he smells…the cream coating between my thighs. I have been turned on since his lips first touched mine outside in the snow.
The sounds from next door turn into white noise. Joaquin who?
His large hands move underneath me, palming my ass, massaging and squeezing the two halves simultaneously as he lifts them high, spreading me wider.
Suddenly, I’m tossed onto my stomach.
The snap echos in the air as the pain of my bottom being smacked runs up my spine. Sound and pain greet me in the darkness. Before I can say a word, he does it again.
“Hmmm,” he groans. “That’s a nice ass.”
As soon as his tongue touches one cheek and then the other, the hurt from the ass slap quickly turns into ecstasy. He sucks and drags his teeth over my irritated, delicate flesh.
I scream in discomfort when his tongue slides between my folds and probes my ass.
“Oh, my!”I tell him. “I don’t think I’m ready for all that yet.”
He moves his hand underneath my hips and touches my sex.
“Like the glaze on a donut: thick, sweet, and creamy.”
I’m being propelled toward the cascade of joy by his skilful tongue and dirty language. I can’t help but rotate my hips and press against his hand.
His hand feels so good that I might come right then and there.
Then, he raises one of my legs. I feel the edge of his bent knee as my foot rests on it.
I am wide and open. While stroking the walls of my vagina with his fingers, he buries his tongue deep in my ass. His artistic prowess is pushing me closer to that sexual peak.
I thrust my hips and fuck his tongue with the intention of gaining nirvana. He moves his finger aside and down my slit till he reaches my clit. Once there his forefinger circles it. He keeps going around, stroking the bead each time.
“Oh, oh…Johannes…oh.”
In anticipation of the orgasm I sense coming soon, my lower belly aches and my body trembles with want. He uses a finger to trace my sex, then he removes it and presses me on down onto my stomach.
As he caresses my face, my nipples ache as they swell. Then, he suddenly presses his lips into mine. His kiss is intrusive. He gives my bottom lip a little suck, and my gasp provides him with the opportunity he is seeking. His tongue then gently enters my mouth. I lean back into the kiss. My arms snake their way up, past his head and wrap around his neck.
Johanne continues the heated kiss without interruption. I feel tugs on my hips and thighs as he slides his boxer shorts down so that he can ease between my legs and wrap his arms around my waist.
I’m baffled as to what I am doing. As he draws me closer to his body, so near that I can feel his hardness pressing against my core, I am overwhelmed with concerns about this stranger going for the wrong entrance hole.
I’m not that experienced.
As our tongues tango softly, his kiss becomes softer. He carefully releases his lips from mine and starts to lay sweet kisses over my neck and shoulders.
His hands move under me grabbing hold of my breasts, which are so hard that they could almost be unbearable. He pinches one of my nipples while delicately flicking the other with his index finger.
My pulsating pussy is being trapped by the head of his cock. I shift my hips up and down, hoping the friction would cause his girth to slide into my soaking gap.
I let out a loud groan as he leans over and pulls my other nipple between his two fingers.
I tremble in anticipation as he puts his hand between my thighs. He moves and begins stroking my enlarged clit again.
My body is virtually begging for him to take me as he tortures my breasts and my throbbing wet sex. Getting impatient, I reach behind me and touch his rock-hard dick with my bare hands.
He lets out a surprised growl. I’m overcome with sheer need. I softly moan and seek to press my pussy up to his cock.
Johanne forces me back against the bed and holds me still by grabbing my hips. I feel his face return between my thighs and gorge on my pussy. He licks my wet creases while playing around with my clit. My groans became louder.
And I nearly lose control as he proceeds to repeatedly stroke his tongue on my clit. I grip his hair with my hand from behind and I almost come as he sucks my clit within his lips. I begin softly grinding against his face as soon as his hold on my hips begins to loosen and I frantically ride his face while he licks and sucks me.
Heat rushes through my ears as I hear myself panting loudly. Then wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rushes over me.
My legs are trembling erratically as I try to regain my senses. Nearly impossible as I feel him thoroughly cleaning my swollen pussy, leaving no trace of my come.
I am vaguely aware of the mattress shifting from side to side as he climbs over me. He bends towards me and gives me a soft kiss on my forehead.
And I’m worn out when I feel his hands clamp on my ass. He pushes his hardness against me. I can’t help but picture his cock pursuing after the quiet growl he gives out from somewhere deep in his throat. Then he turns my limp body over onto my back.
He raises his body on top of my body while continuing to kiss me. Positioning himself between my thighs, my legs open for him, giving him access to that wet pussy.
He pushes his hard-on against my hot, dripping pussy. I thought he had licked it dry, but here she’s ready for more, much more.
I feel the heat of his rod on my skin. With one hand, I reach down and guide his cock from the opening of his boxers.
I have no time to wait to take them off. I need him now.
I take the head of his cock with my hand and rub it above my vagina opening. He moans as I rub it up and down, making it more slippery from my liquid excitement.
His penis throbs in my hand. He pushes my hand away and in one long slide of his hips, he eases his big cock inside my tightness.
My pussy grips his dick. His mouth widens in shock.
“Oh, you’re tight,” he says in a raw voice.
I inhale deeply and exhale between my smiling lips. Kegels are my jam. The best pussy muscle training ever!
I stop all movement as I adjust to his girthy size. And soon, he begins rhythmically grinding into my pussy, forcing me to moan louder. Until I’m furiously grinding back. My wet pussy is dripping so much that it is soaking his dick.
His naked, hairless chest brushes against my bouncing breasts. Two massive, juggling brown mounds. He tenderly kisses and strokes one of my ample breasts, teasing my erect nipple and taunting me.
Then he softly licks the area surrounding my nipple before giving it a short tongue flick. All the while he slowly grinds his cock against my soggy, pleading pussy. Soon, I start to pant and grind more vigorously.
“Aw, yes!” I pant out. “Get it!”
He can tell I’m close because his short nails begin to bite into my hips and he pumps my pussy with firm, extended thrusts.
My mouth widens as I howl. Then, as his movements counterpunch with me, my whole body starts to tremble. And my pussy tightens around this young, gorgeous, 20–year-old cock.