# Breaking the Bitch (Kyle)
“Kevin?” Laura and Rachel shout in unison.
Kendra’s too busy basking in the glow of the third orgasm and sucking my cock to react. She probably doesn’t even hear anything we’re saying.
“Quiet.” I take a deep breath, filling my lungs and fighting off the burning ache inside them. “Water. Now.”
Kevin comes out of hiding and actually goes into the kitchen and brings me back a fucking water. He’s wearing pajama bottoms with pictures of Family Guy on them. *Why the fuck would he wear those? Does he just not think about his actions ever?* I have a pair with ninja turtles and a pair with Batman, but they’re jokes. They’re meant to be cute or silly, not manly or sexy. I would never wear them on a night I wanted sex. Simply said, Kevin’s actions continue to confuse me. *What the fuck did Rachel fall for?*
“Now fuck off.” I twist off the lid and guzzle over half the bottle in one go.
Kevin heads up the stairs and hunkers back down in his hiding spot. I realize I don’t actually care if he watches, but I care if I know it.
“I said, fuck off,” I roar. The mixed scent of the three women, the sex and the nuclear bomb of testosterone coursing through my veins cause me to flex as I shout.
Kevin shoots up the rest of the steps and his door slams shut.
I take another swig of the water and hand the rest to Kendra who takes the bottle but keeps sucking my cock. I cradle her head and reach down to Rachel, stroking her chin to look up at me.
“Go get two more bottles.”
She nods and gets up, sliding half her body out from under Kendra. With the free space, I put my foot down on the cushion and move over some, Kendra eagerly follows.
Laura gets up from the seat, her eyes holding as if I were a rattle snake. “It’s my turn now, right?”
“Once Rachel comes back with my water, it will be your turn.”
“I won’t be such a push over as Kendra. Even if she wasn’t a virgin, which, I still don’t get.” She looks down at her friend with a mix of disbelief and pity. “Even if she wasn’t, she still would be easy mode compared to me.”
“You done crowing?” I take a water from Rachel as she returns and down another half bottle.
My eyes pick up movement and Kevin ducks behind the banister again. *Fucking little shit.*
“Pick up your clothes. We’re going to the bedroom. Kevin can’t contain himself.”
Laura snaps her head around but doesn’t see him since he’s likely already back at the top of the stairs. “That little fucking shit.”
I grin. “You read my mind. Clothes. Oh, and get mine and Kendra’s while you’re at it.”
In that moment, before she starts to move, I decide to take a risk. I have the feeling that she’s playing at the roll of submissive but it’s not her true nature, or at least it’s not what she thinks her true nature is. No woman, no matter how dominant they think they are can’t stand up to *every* man. Maybe a lot. Maybe even most. But not every man. Laura just hasn’t met a man who deserves her submission. The problem isn’t whether I deserve her submission or not. If I can get her this far, I deserve it. The problem is getting her to realize it. To really break her of her dominant ways. She needs to see that she’s not testing me out. She needs to be shown that our ‘play’ roles are our real roles.
The risk: showing someone a reality they’re not ready for. I already knew Laura would be the harder nut to crack, even as far as becoming her friend, let alone getting her to accept her place. I could chose to not take the risk, but I know things will either turn out bad later or they won’t fully culminate. Rachel wants to be able to talk about how amazing I am, which is crazy enough, but how is she going to feel when she tries to talk to her *best friend* who doesn’t agree. Really, there is no choice. I have to take the risk.
I place a hand on Laura’s lower stomach to brace her for the slap I give her generous ass. The *crack* of skin on skin is nearly deafening as the impact stings my hand.
Laura’s eyes shoot wide as she gasps. Her hands snap out to grab your arm on her stomach and her nails dig in, drawing a little blood on two of them. I grip her ass and hip, yanking her to me.
“Best retract those claws, kitty,” I say through gritted teeth.
She glares up at me in defiance. “You might want to think about what you’re doing. I’m about to have that cock of yours in my mouth.” She chomps her teeth together.
“And up your ass if you’re not careful.”
Her face pales, as if I’d told her I poisoned her food.
“Now, do as your told.” I give her a light push to get going and she does, while repeatedly glancing back at me, watching for my next strike or maybe begging for it, I can’t quite tell. The perfect, glowing imprint of my hand on her ass brings a smile to my face.
As Laura picks up all the clothes, Rachel takes the water from my hand when I hold it out as well as her own clothes.
I bend down to Kendra and gently pull her hair back until she releases my cock. I take the water from her hand and pour it slowly into her waiting mouth. After tossing the empty bottle, I lift Kendra in both arms.
“Laura, you go first, make sure Kevin isn’t in the way. If you see his shadow, you have my permission to throw him out a window.”
A couple of not so soft footsteps scurry through the upstairs hall before his door clicks shut.
Laura smiles at me.
*The slap worked.*
If she was still playing the role of submissive, she would have either protested me giving her permission for anything, scolding me for not playing our parts right, or she would have, at the very least, sneered at me, mocking me for giving her permission that she didn’t need. The smile says that she appreciates me giving her permission, she appreciates the extra slack in her leash.
As I follow her up the stairs Kendra rests her head on my shoulder and swirls a finger on my chest. “That was really great.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“I’m very grateful you were my first.” She buries her face in my neck and a few streaks of tears roll onto my skin. “I’m sorry. I sound so stupid.”
I squeeze her against me. “I’m grateful to be given the privilege. Your first time should be very special. I hope you never forget me.”
She half scoffs and half sobs. “I’ll never forget you, Kyle. You’re getting married to my best friend.”
“I guess we’ll be seeing more of each other then.” You walk into the bedroom and lay her down at the top of the bed. I need her on an edge and the top seems like the only one that can’t be mistaken as a slight. The sides might give her the impression that I’m done with her and that I just want her out of the way, while putting her at the foot of the bed might as well be calling her a dog. “Get some rest. And don’t be afraid to watch.” I wink and place soft hand on her stomach before getting up.
I don my game face and turn to regard the other two women as Rachel shuts the door. I make eye contact with the woman I came here for and point to the head of the bed. She has to keep waiting and keep watching as I run through her friends.
# Laura (Kyle)
In the soft, warm glow of the salt rock lamp on the nightstand, Laura’s green eyes hold fire and defiance but the mask is broken. She’s used to putting the look on for her bitch boy subs. I see through the mask. A quivering woman who doesn’t know what to do exactly. She’s seen others do it, submit, but she’s never done it, and if she has, she’s never done it for real. That’s what’s got her scared. This is real.
I come to stand a breath away from her. The heat from her body pours onto my skin and I’m sure my heat is doing the same to her. Behind her is the door, just a single step back and she’ll bump into it. My hands cup her jaw, tilting her head up to take my kiss. Her hands grip my wrists but soften and slide away to reappear at your growing cock. Good, she feels safe when I’m gentle, but I need her to feel safe when I’m harsh.
Pressing her up against the door, my hands slide down just a hint to be on her throat, but I don’t let go of that kiss. As far as my lips and all the warmth and comfort I push through them, nothing has changed, but the door should make her feel trapped, and my hands on her throat should make her feel in danger. When she moans it takes a great effort on my part not to smile. Taming her is worth a smile if not a fucking somersault, but I have to keep playing my part; King, and everyone kneels before the King sooner or later.
I press my body against hers, pinning her to the door and cutting off her ability to stroke me with both hands. I grab each hand and raise them above her head. Given the length of my fingers, holding both her wrists with one hand is easy and while my grip is light for the moment, I’m ready to tighten it if she struggles. Which she will.
I pull back from our kiss and press my head against hers. “Safety word is ‘Mercy.’ If you call me Kyleie-boy, I will stop what we’re doing and put you over my knee until your ass is hot pink. What I did before will be a blissful memory.” I peal my body back but keep our heads together. I stick your fingers in her mouth and she sucks just like Rachel did earlier. The desire is there. She wants to submit, she just needs the guidance on how to do it. “Trust me when I tell you this, Laura, I am going to take everything from you, but I’m going to give you so much more. If you can find it in yourself to trust me with your body…” I stick my wet fingers into her dripping pussy. “…you will be *begging* me for more.” I let my head slide off hers to the side as she pants and moans from your finger blasting. “Tell me. Do you *really* like your bitch boys?”
“*Oh! Ugh.* No. I don’t. *Ah!* Right there.”
“You’re done with boys. Say it.”
She grunts and squeezes her eyes as she bounces against my fingering. “I’m done with boys.”
“You want a man’s cock?”
“Yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, I want a real man’s cock. I want *your* cock!”
“You want my cock?” I kiss her and press my body back up against hers, making sure that my erection pushes into her belly.
She nods. “Uh-hmmm.”
“I’m not here to give you what you want.” I continue to pound away with my fingers. I trail my tongue from her lips up the side of her face until I get to her ear lobe. I nibble on it for a moment, eliciting a squeal from the woman. “I’m here to give you what you need.”
“I need it! I need it, Kyle. I need your cock. I need it in me. I need that big cock in me. I… *Ahh!*” Her legs shake as she cums, but I don’t stop your fingers.
Normally, I’d let her ride out the climax, but she needs to beg, truly beg, for it first before I’ll give her a clean orgasm.
“Did my little show with Kendra get you wet?”
“Yes! Oh, God, yes. I’m ready now. I… Please… *Ughh!* Fuck!” Her head whips back as she shouts. She looks at me with pleading eyes. “Please, Kyle. Please. I’m ready, baby. I need that dick in me so bad.”
I grin down at her. “Good. Get me wet.”
Her head dips and her knees bend but she doesn’t go anywhere as I don’t let go of her wrists or her pussy.
“Wha— What are you… *Ahh!* Oh, fuck. Let go.” She tugs her arms, but they don’t move. “Please, Kyle.”
“We’re not starting until you get me wet. Get down on your knees and suck.”
Her head dips again, her tongue even reaching out as if the extra inch or two will matter. “Kyle! Please! I want to suck your cock. What are you—” She struggles more but gets nowhere. “Stop! *Augh! Uaagh!* Fuck! Kyle, please, baby. Let go. I— *Ohh*. I want to…” Her knees buckle and her weight drops as another orgasm hits. It takes a considerable amount of strength to hold her up. Good thing I’m using my right hand to finger fuck her. Even so, she’s so wet, she nearly slips from my grasp.
“Go on, then. If your legs aren’t even going to hold you up, might as well be on your knees with those gorgeous lips around my cock.”
“I want to,” she shouts in a huff. She takes a few deep breaths and her emeralds tilt up to me. “I want your cock, Kyle. Please. I don’t know what to do. Tell me what you want, I’ll do it. Anything.”
“I told you want I want. I want you on my cock. You’re resisting. Just give in.”
“No, no, no. I’m not resisting!” She struggles again, dipping her head toward your cock. “I want! I want it!” Suddenly her eyes turn dark as her brow knits in anger. “Kyle, stop fucking around and fuck me, mother fucker!” She rails against me but she can’t slip free with me controlling her arms and her pussy. When she finally stops struggling, she whines. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I just want it so bad! Please. I can’t take any more of this!”
“If you can’t take it, then just use the safety word. That’s what it’s there for.”
“No! I don’t want to stop! I want you to—” Her legs shake again and she screams since she hasn’t had time to enjoy a single one. “If I say it, are we done?”
“Is that how you normally use your safety word? If your bitch says the safety word you just stop?”
She nods like a child, ashamed of her actions. “I don’t want to stop. Is that what will happen?”
“You’ll have to find out. Or, you can just suck my cock to move on.” I hope to God she breaks down since my wrist is dead three times over. It’s incredible what the human body is capable of when you really need it to perform.
She makes one more desperate bid pulling free, but fails. “No! I want it. I… Please, Kyle. I… I can’t. I… Kyle… Have mercy, Kyle.”
I release her arms and slide my hand from her pussy. She falls to her knees and reaches out to get my cock in her mouth as quick as possible. She gobbles my dick down with ravenous intent. She pulls it out and kisses it over and over.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” She jams it back down her throat getting all seven and a half inches. My girth bulges in her throat as she takes me all the way in.
*Shit! This bitch knows how to throat!* Luckily, with cumming so recently, I’m not in danger of going again. Too much more of this will put me too far behind to get my three-to-one ratio.
I grab a fist full of hair and yank her back. I give her short but sharp slap across the face. “I said get it wet, not swallow it.”
“Sorry, master.”
“Don’t call me that.”
While extremely hot. Going into master/slave territory will once again not give her the results Rachel wants. Maybe some other time.
“I… Just Kyle?” Her brow twist in confusion.
I grab her by the throat and guide her to her feet. “We’re not role playing, Laura. You call me what you really want to call me.”
“What if I want to call you Kyleie?” She smirks.
My face drops into a stone-cold glare.
Her smile fades as her eyes widen in panic like a cornered hare.
I march over to the bed with her hair still well in hand. Sitting on the edge, I pull her over my knee and wrap my arm around her waist so she can’t get away.
“Wait! I didn’t call you Kyleie! I was just— *Wah!*” She screams as I lay a nasty smack across her ass.
Several more follow and she writhes in my lap. Her ass is a perfect peach that giggles with each strike.
“Mercy! Please, have mercy!”
I hold my hand just an inch away from her ass, halting my onslaught. The heat from her ass practically burns my hand.
She reaches around to grab my arm holding her in place. “Kyle, baby, I’m so sorry. I won’t. Never again. I promise.”
“I was just about to stop,” I lie. “I think you deserve one more.”
Her bottom lip between her teeth betrays her distraught eyes. She nods but it’s not enough.
“Beg me for it.”
She swallows hard. “Please. Kyle, I… I was bad. I said something you told me not to.” Her hands knead my arm. “I disobeyed you. I deserve another, baby. Please. I need it. I need you.”
*Fucking BINGO!* My dick jumps hearing such a gorgeous woman say she needs me with that much lust in her voice.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Her hands squeeze as she nods her head. “I do. I *really* do.” The sex in her voice is nearly enough to make me cum. God, this is going to be tough.
I wind back and give her what she’s asked for. One last *crack* rings out along with a grateful moan.
I pull her up to sit in your lap with her legs spread over my waist.
“Thank you, Kyle,” she whispers. Her breath is fucking intoxicating. Her skin might as well be the sun.
Our lips crash over each other’s and I wipe her tears away as I pull her deeper into me.
She rubs her engorged lips against my swollen rod and moans before ramping up her rhythm but shutters and winces.
I slide a light touch over her rear. “Does it hurt?”
She nods.
“Yeah. It hurt me, too. I don’t like having to do that. You need to be obedient.”
She nods franticly, as if she’d never think to disobey me ever again.
“But I am a man of my word, am I not?”
“You are. You are a man of your word.” She kisses me again and adds, “You said I could have dick. The race to the couch. I won. But… I want it, Kyle.”
“How can I fuck you like you are now?” I grip her ass lightly and she hisses a grunt. “See? How am I supposed to pound you when your ass can’t take a simple grip? Don’t worry,” I say as she starts to protest. “I know just how to make it feel better. Then I can give you everything you deserve.”
“You’ll— Really? You’re going to make it better?”
I slide her off my hips while controlling hers so she stays on her hands and knees. Crouched behind her, I lightly run my hands over her glowing ass cheeks. I lean forward and give her left cheek a kiss, pressing in just enough for her to really feel the full imprint of my lips but not enough for it to hurt. Then, I give the cheek several lighter pecks and follow up with sliding my tongue from her thigh to her back.
“Oh, baby, thank you.”
I repeat the process for her right side, earning me another moan of thanks. I continue to lick, going back and forth between cheeks pressing a little harder each time while inching closer to the center.
Her ass is just like Rachel’s, virgin hair only, barely enough to be called peach fuzz. Genetically gifted to not have to worry about shaving or waxing, at least on the back side. Her pussy is definitely waxed. As she arches her back to push her ass up, swollen, dripping lips shine in the room’s dim glow.
My tongue slides up her womanhood and straight to her asshole. I flick my tongue around the outside of her tight hole as she moans. I go back to her cheeks but when her head drops and she lets out a frustrated grunt, I give her a last kiss on the cheek.
“I’m not going in your ass tonight.” While standing up behind her, it takes everything in me to not look over at Rachel to see her reaction to my words. Suggesting that there will be another time where we’ll have sex is pretty ballsy but everything about tonight is ballsy. “As long as you behave yourself, I’ll make it just as good as tonight.”
I gently push her to her side, and she goes along with my guidance. I pull her ass to the edge of the bed and step up with one foot behind her back so my cock looms over her.
She lifts up and takes it in her mouth without even being told. She deepthroats several times, then pulls back and looks up at me. Her eyes beg for approval.
I can tell she’s ready to go back to work if I want. I step back and her eyes light up.
“You’ve done perfectly, Laura.” I plant a kiss on her silky hip before pressing my cockhead against her pulsing lips. I push in without any more preamble, the woman’s waited long enough.
“*Ohhh!* Baby.” She sighs as her eyes roll in the back of her head.
I move so far forward I put a knee up on the bed at the small of her back. My arms encircle her, pulling her into a ball. I lean over her and she takes my kiss like a drowning woman taking in air. Frantic hands grasp my face, holding me in place, though I’m not going anywhere.
Her pussy isn’t virgin tight like Kendra’s, but it’s tighter than I’d imagined. Not that you thought she’d be some slut I wouldn’t be able to feel, but damn, she’s as tight as Rachel who hasn’t had real dick in over seven years. It dawns on me that she might not have much intercourse, opting to use toys on others rather than on herself.
I start your rhythm slow and build, just like I did with Kendra. At about half speed, I create enough space to slide her leg between our bodies.
She doesn’t let go of the kiss until I’m at max speed, pistoning her like a well-oiled machine. She lets out a moan that boarders a scream as her body shakes. Her legs wrap my hips as her nails dig into my back. “So good. Oh, baby, it’s so good.”
I let her ride out the orgasm, only lightly thrusting to massage her through the experience. “It can always be this good, if you let it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You just need to find men who aren’t willing to be your little playthings.”
She shakes her head and pulls me in for another kiss.
I slide my arms under her legs and pin her knees to her sides right beneath her graciously well-endowed chest and start banging the fuck out of her.
“Yes! Kyle! Fuck me, baby, fuck me! I’m yours!” She holds onto me but it’s not for intimacy, though it does help, it’s to hold on for dear life as I plow her into the sheets. Her hands squeeze and her nails bite the skin of me back and shoulders. Perfect green eyes just like Rachel’s look up at me as I grip firm, delicate shoulders, graced with silky porcelain skin, just like Rachel’s. It was a wonder they aren’t sisters. I remember thinking the same thing with her best friend back in high school and college. She even mumbles like Rachel when she’s getting pulverized. “Yeah. Perfect. Break me. Break me, Kyle. *Uggh! Ohh!”* She’s worked into a frenzy fast, and thank God, since I’m getting close to the edge.
I don’t relent. Even with the pressure building, I pound away as if I’m working to my own climax.
Her slick, velvet flower grips me better than a fucking hand. Her legs straighten until she’s makes a V. Her toes point and shake. She gasps as I slow your thrust and kiss one of her quaking feet. Her eyes don’t quite open all the way as a drunken stupor takes over. Her head sways back and forth while her mouth moves with no words escaping her.
I grab an ankle and kiss her foot again before licking the inner side. I take her toe in my mouth as I continue to slowly thrust.
I turn her to the side, facing the foot of the bed and lay behind her. Wrapping my arms around her, I push the two of us higher on the bed so I can get a better footing for my thrusts. Unlike Kendra, Laura didn’t need a blowout finish, she needed what Rachel needs right now. Tenderness. Respect. Love.
Tenderness will be easy. I can be tender to any woman. Respect will be a little tougher. I barely met the woman less than twenty-four hours ago and the type of respect she needs is the type that builds over time to near reverence. I can trust that Rachel wouldn’t choose a woman void of the characteristics required of respect so I can manage. Which leaves love…
I did promise myself before I met Rachel that I would only have sex with women I loved. That held true for Rachel, but I certainly didn’t love the second girl I had sex with. Same with Trisha. I’d still been heartbroken over losing Rachel. I can most certainly say I don’t love the Latina from the cruise. But drunken and high sex on a fuck boat in the middle of the Caribbean isn’t the same thing I did with Rachel all those years go, nor is it what I’ve done tonight with Kendra and Laura. I most certainly will never forget their names.
On top of that, I know these two women better than any other woman besides Rachel. Being inside of a woman tells you things about them that words just can’t manage. On the surface, that place where most men go, it tells you what pleases them, but Rachel taught me to go deeper. Under that surface layer, it tells you what they want, what they need, and a layer or two further down, it tells you how to give it to them. I imagined that reading a woman the way I learned to read Rachel required a deep connection, namely love. But I read Kendra like a book and Laura, I know Laura as if she’s whispered her most intimate secrets to me. Maybe love isn’t as impossible as it might sound.
I hug Laura against me as I thrust into her at a slow and steady pace. The gradual increase is as slow as I can make it. She needs as much time as I can give her. Her pussy contracts every so often with minor tremors but her matching rhythm doesn’t faulter. It’s as if she pushes through each one to continue on to something far greater,
“You’re amazing,” I whisper. I tighten my grip on her while reaching a hand up from her chest to turn her chin towards me. “Tell me you know that.”
Her breath is heavy with hot lust, the same as her eyes. She shakes her head before kissing me.
“Laura. I’m never letting you go.”
Her eyes shoot wide in shock, but her face suddenly twists into that grimace when pleasure is nearly too intense to handle. She shakes in my arms and I slow my rhythm as she cums over my cock. I’m not ready to pop yet, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is what I need to tell her.
“Tell me you know you’re incredible.”
“I’m…” She shakes her head again but when she tries to turn away I hold her head in place to look at me over her shoulder. “You’re incredible.”
“Say it.” I lay a gentle kiss on her forehead and her eyes close.
Her whispers is hardly enough to reach me even so close. “I’m incredible.”
“That’s right.” I tilt her head and plant another kiss, sliding my tongue over hers.
Her breathing picks up just before she shakes in your arms once again. “Oh! God!”
This time I am ready. The heat of her body, the desperate plea of her kiss, the yearning in her eyes. This woman is mine now. I release into her, hilting myself and bumping against her cervix. I’m surprised when my cum, mixed with hers, slides out of her in a torrent of pearly white. After last night and Kendra, I imagine that my balls have to be empty, but clearly with that much making its way out, I just dumped a massive load into her. *It’s because I’m a fucking Alpha King*, I tell myself, enhancing the waves of pleasure by adding another level of dominance.
Four to one. Not bad.
“I need you.” She pants as the orgasm washes over her. “Rach, please. Oh, Rach… I’m sorry. I need him.”
I’m not sure, but I imagine that her quiet, panting pleas don’t reach Rachel at the head of the bed.
God… I have another woman to get through. The most important one in the room. I’m confidant I can get it back up. Hell, Laura’s sweet grip is already getting me back to performance standards.
“Kyle… I have to admit something…” Laura whispers, her hand moving to my hip. She curses to herself and then turns her torso to face me as best she can without letting my dick slip from her. “I… um…” Her green eyes flash and then drop to your chest. “Kyle, I think I’m falling for you. Like for real.”
It’s not what she was going to say before. That flash in her eyes was too clearly her seeing the consequence of her choice and backing down from the ledge. Still, her back up is quite the bombshell on its own.
Being inside the woman hasn’t left me without attachment either. Like any man, my strong feelings of ownership of a woman who’s given herself into my arms easily slide into more than simply wanting her to scream and moan my name.
“Rachel wanted me to treat you like I treat her. That’s no light thing. Relax with Kendra, and watch how I handle Rachel. I’m sure the two of you will have plenty to talk about tomorrow.” I kiss her lips as I slide out of her.
She instantly turns her hips to face me, pressing herself against my body. I roll her on her back then climb higher before pulling from the kiss, leaving my cum soaked cock above her face. She raises up and takes my semi into her mouth, letting her tongue dance over me.
#
Intermission (Kyle)
I moan and let my head roll back on my shoulders. I glance over to Kendra and Rachel for the first time. Laura needed my undivided attention, but now, it’s time to please the woman who holds my heart in her hand.
Kendra sits with her back against the headboard spooning my future wife with her hand on her breast and one between her legs. Rachel slowly pants from the tender massage.
Laura’s sucking lips on my balls pulls a grunt from my mouth. She dips her head down my cock one more time and gives my ass a decent slap before she slides out from under me and crawls over to her friends. Her legs are extra wobbly, even on her knees, and she crashes into Rachel. Watching my cum ooze out of her gets my blood flowing in the right places.
Their lips lock before Laura’s slide over Rachel’s shoulder and whispers something to her. Rachel’s eyes hold on to mine and she nods. She launches herself forward at me, the other two even giving her a push to help propel her through the air.
I firm up before she tackles me, and when she smashes into my chest, Islam her into the bed.
Pinned to the bed under my body, she struggles for a moment, before I restrain her arms. “What did she tell you?”
She smiles and presses her burning pelvis against me. “She said, she softened you up for me. And to make sure you cum your brains out.”
“Is that right?” There was no way. She didn’t have time to say all of that. “It looks like Kendra’s been softening you up. But you know I prefer to do my own softening.” I plant a kiss on her lips then move down her jawline then down to her breasts.
Since she’s already been so warmed up by both the women I just finished fucking, I don’t need to – nor can I – waist much time. I spend some time on that marvelous chest. I wondered last night if they might have gotten bigger since we were last together or if it was another thing that I thought I remembered, but the reality turns out to be far better than I could have kept in my mind.
I move down over her toned belly, making sure to place a kiss on each end of her wide hips before going between her legs.
She’s hot enough to roast a fucking Thanksgiving Day turkey! *Jesus Christ! Is this just from watching me? Or from watching me and her friends?* Regardless of which it is, I have my plans for her, and nothing will get in the way.
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