The vinyl spread across her ass like dark...

5:07 pm - Sun, Sep 11, 2011: 88 notes

The vinyl spread across her ass like dark chocolate glaze. Shiny and tight, it hugged her curves. She bit her lip as she watched them sway in the full length mirror in front of her. Her palms dug into the rug; her knees were sweaty with anticipation and marked by the crosses of her stockings.

He let his hand glide. The cold, black vinyl provided little resistance to his undertaking. He lifted up, then down. The smack echoed throughout the room but the force didn’t wrinkle the vinyl. He dropped to his knees behind her and unzipped the trousers of his suit. He pulled his hard cock from their confines and let it run the same path as his hand.

The tip glistened as he bounced it off her roundness, leaving behind raindrops of pre-cum. He slid his hand down the inside of her thigh and back up, rolling the pencil skirt up as he went until her ass was exposed. She shivered as her wet thong met the cold air of the room. He grabbed the tiny string and lifted it, pulling the tiny triangle of fabric onto her already excited clit.

He moved slowly, like molasses. Her entire body trembled in anticipation. Each touch was like lightning. Her breasts felt full and heavy. Her nipples hard as steel. He moved the string so slightly. An observer wouldn’t have noticed the movement, but her body felt each tiny maneuver as if it were an earthquake in her loins.

He noticed a single chain of her nectar flowing down her thigh. He pressed his tongue to her skin, just at her knee, and slowly dragged it up, licking her juice as he made the journey into her crevice. As his nose reached her center, he inhaled, taking in her sweet scent and exhaling across her excited pussy. He licked once along her slit, his tongue following the path of her jammed panties. She writhed above him, eager to find release in the face of his torture.

“Not yet, kitten. It’s my turn.”

She turned her head to look into the eyes of the second man in the room. His pants showcased a tell-tale tent even though his demeanor was calm and cool.

“You know what to do.” he said to the first gentleman, who stood immediately, pulling her to her feet behind him and pulling off her vinyl skirt. He grabbed her ass with one hand, letting the flesh fill the space between his fingers. With his other hand, he secretly tangled his fingers between her legs, pinching her clit in one last tantalizing gesture.

As he pushed her forward to the other man, he leaned into her ear and whispered, “I’m not through with you, kitten.”

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