Your nipples on fire, as I twist and pinch them, sometimes releasing them, them grabbing them again. Slapping the flesh, from each side, the combination of the cool air and the warm skin from each slap bringing you closer to orgasm. Sensing your orgasm building, I give you permission to cum. I could make you hold it, but we do still have to be conscious of time. Alternating on your nipples between pinching, twisting, sliding the flat of My palm across them, slapping and grabbing the flesh around them, pushes you closer and ultimately over the edge. My cock in your mouth ensuring that you don’t make too much noise and give away our presence, but for sure some people must have heard you.
Your juices flowing from your pussy, I almost wish I was down there to drink them, but I need to cum Myself. Grabbing your head in both hands, although I know you are not resisting and want My cum as much as I want to give it to you. Fucking your face deep, tears streaming down your face. You can feel My cock thicken, harden as I am close to cumming. If you could smile you would. I pull out, wanting to leave My cum on you, and my first spurt lands across your tits, and down your cleavage. The second on your lips, as you open your mouth to receive it. Sliding My cock back into your mouth so you can swallow the remaining cum and lick me clean. Your mouth feels like a vacuum as you suck the remaining vestiges of cum from Me. Your tongue and mouth working Me over, cleaning Me, sucking Me dry.
As I withdraw, you lick your lips and gather the remaining cum with your tongue. Pulling your bra back up over your wonderful tits, capturing My fluids in there on your skin, sticky and wonderfully musky, something to savour later. Knowing you will smell it as you return to the party and start to dance, each move will release a little of My scent. Sliding My hand down to My pussy and taking a handful of your juices, fingers easily coated. I lift them to your mouth, and you suck on them greedily. Standing you up again, we pull each other close and enjoy the combination of My cum and yours on your lips and on your tongue. Kissing deeply and passionately, know that we would both like more, but now is not the time. Sending you back to the party with a swat on your ass, the promise of more to come later that evening when your husband goes to bed drunk and My slut can sneak away to finish what we have started.
Working your table all night, I continually top up your husbands glass. I see you smile each time I do. Every drink he orders is a double, and all too soon, I can see his eyes getting heavy. He retires to bed, as you assure him that you will be just fine on your own, partying with your friends. Walking with him to the elevator, your friends thinking you are going with him, and so they will not miss you either. As soon as his elevator has gone, you jump into an adjoining one and up to our prearranged room, where I am waiting. Naked but for some cotton boxers, and ready to fuck and suck My slut, to use her body for our pleasure and to make her cum over and over
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