She leans in to kiss you, and as her lips lock with yours, you don't even really notice, or care, when she gently takes the packet out of your hand, and gently tosses it onto the nearby desk. As you put your arms around you and pull her closer, she begins nimbly undoing the buttons on your shirt, from top to bottom, pulling the shirt off of you when she is done. In turn, you unzip her jumpsuit even further, to the waist, and she shrugs her arms out of it, then reaches behind herself to undo her bra. pauses as you watch hungrily, suddenly coy. Holding the bra against her breasts with one arm, she slips the straps off of her shoulders with the other. Instead of removing the bra entirely, she keeps it pressed over her breasts, and instead wriggles the jumpsuit over her hips, letting it fall to the floor, revealing prison underwear that would be unflattering on anyone other than her. has the unrealistic and probably unhealthy bodily ideal that only exists in the movies, but that is now in front of you, only a foot or so away.
"Your pants," says simply, as she steps gracefully out of the jumpsuit. That is all the prompting you need. After kicking off your boots, you undo your belt and then unzip your pants, letting them fall to the floor, the belt making a loud noise as the various items attached to it clatter against the floor. Far more clumsily that she did, you get out of the pants, as giggles prettily. Finally, you stand in front of her, in just your boxers. She looks you up and down, biting her lip softly. You know you're nowhere near the league of man that she is used to, and that this is more about the white powder on the desk than you physically, but she is putting on a good act, and you are all too happy to fall for it.
looks down at her chest, still biting her lip, then looks back up at you. She pulls her arm away from her chest, letting the bra come with it, exposing her perfect breasts. Truth be told, you and countless others had seen them before, but precious few had seen them this close, and in the proverbial flesh. If they weren't real, they were a very good approximation thereof, and in any event more real than what was going on between the two of you. You were content with pretending that both were genuine, at least for the moment.
She stands there quietly as you step closer to her, and slowly raise your hands to touch her breasts gently, making her gasp slightly. Her skin is as soft and perfect as her breasts, and it feels almost like a violation for your rough hands to be caressing them. does not seem to mind, however, grabbing your hands by the wrists, and guiding them against her. She presses against you, her mouth seeking yours again, and you feel her hands pulling your boxers down. You feel 's tongue in your mouth, and her hands on your cock, almost simultaneously.
You are content to experience the three sensations of her breasts, her tongue, and her hands for some time, but there is still one thing standing between you and her. Reluctantly breaking off all three points of contact with her, leaving her seemingly as disappointed as you, you kneel down and slowly pull down her drab underwear, revealing what you knew inevitably would be a perfectly shaved pussy. You lean in to kiss it, and she moans and puts on leg gently over your shoulder, her bare foot moving up and down your back, just as your tongue is moving over her. Holding her steady, your hands on her hips, you continue licking at her, determined that if you can't be in the same league as her other men physically, you can at least give them a run for their money with technique. Your efforts seem to pay off, as 's breath comes quicker and quicker, which she could perhaps fake, but not the growing wetness from within.
You were intent on making her cum with your tongue alone, but she grabs your head before you can, pulling you back up to your feet gently.
"I can't wait any more," says, kissing you gently on your lips, still wet with her taste. "How do you want me, ?" |