Dropping The B Word
Isha
Feather-light kisses slowly woke me up, but it was confusing because my head was on Dawson’s chest, who was lightly snoring, his arm holding me close and the kisses were on my hip, lower back and across each butt-cheek. My leg was thrown over Dawson’s waist practically and the lips were getting closer and closer to my p*ssy.
When a wet tongue swiped through my lips, I gasped, and Dawson’s hold on me tightened, then all of a sudden I was being shifted to lay right on top of him, and he spread my legs wide. Whoever was down my body took advantage and
dove in for a feast.
My head was still on Dawson’s chest, and I was lying right on top of his hard c*ck. So whoever was playing with me was right there, where Dawson’s balls were at. I lifted my head to look at him, and his eyes were blazing with lust.
“Is your p*ssy still sore, baby?”
“A little,” I whimpered when the tongue dove into me. But it was starting to feel really good.
The talented tongue came out of me and swiped lower to play with my clit and I moaned, wiggling on top of Dawson, who groaned and thrusted, his c*ck sliding along my soft belly.
“I need to c*m, but I don’t want to hurt you anymore than you already are. Hold on,” he said a little louder.
The tongue stopped and I whined a little. I went to turn my head to see who was eating me, but Dawson was faster and rolled me over. His big body came over mine. He leaned over and opened a drawer from his side table and got a bottle of lube out. He was kneeling over my chest, my legs were unceremoniously pushed wide, and the tongue went back to work.
I cried out and Dawson grinned wickedly.
“I’ve been wanting to f*ck these t*ts since I laid eyes on you.”
He opened the bottle of lube and slathered my cleavage up and then his hard d*ck. He stroked himself and the sight had me going closer to the edge. The tongue flicked over my clit rapidly but just as I was about to burst, it moved over and circled around it. My moan was loud and frustrated. I heard two chuckles, Dawson’s and Mr. Tongues.
Dawson shifted forward, the person between my legs settled in, pushing my legs further apart with their shoulders. He spread my p*ssy lips and started f*cking me with his tongue. Dawson glided his c*ck between my breasts.
“Hold your t t*ts together, baby. Let me f*ck them.”
Never has this happened to me. Not even Jason put his d*ck on my chest and used my t*ts to envelop him. I was eager to please, and I smashed them together with his c*ck in between them. He started snapping his hip back and forth and the tongue f*cked me to Dawson’s rhythm. Holy hell was this hot. The head of Dawson’s d*ck came through, and I couldn’t help lifting my head and opening my mouth in a big 0.
“Holy sh*t she’s sucking the head of my c*ck as I f*ck her t*ts.” The man between my legs groaned and my whole body
reacted. I convulsed from the vibration.
I threw my head back and screamed as I came all over the face of the man between my legs. He lapped up my cream,
groaning in pleasure at my taste.
“F*ck, f*ck, Isha, this is so good,” Dawson groaned. I went back to sucking his head. “I’m going to f*cking c*m.” I licked his tip as he moved faster and faster. I couldn’t keep up with his movements, so I just laid my head back. With a loud
grunt, his c*m splashed all over my chin, neck and breasts.
“So pretty,” Dawson whispered. “Don’t move.” He leaned over and grabbed his phone and then lifted his brow. I nodded
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<Dropping The B WoThat Was A Lovely Appetizer
Isha
I had a fantastic time visiting with Stafford and Cruz. They were both so funny and friendly, not to mention fantastic eye candy. Stafford was tall and slim, but you could see the musculature under his suit. He told me his parents were Nigerian and he wanted to make me some authentic Nigerian food before I went back to Colorado. I graciously accepted. Cruz was of Colombian descent. His family immigrated to America while his mother was still pregnant with him and he was the first of his family to also go into the military and then college.
“I paid for my parents’ mortgage for Christmas one year. My poor father almost had a heart attack. He was so surprised. Then I gifted my mother a brand-new cherry red corvette. You should see her now. She rides around town every Sunday just to show it off. She doesn’t go anywhere in particular, just drives and waves to her friends.”
I laughed until tears were in my eyes.
“I loved meeting your friends. They were so delightful. You must miss them a lot.”
“We do. But the move made sense. The four of us were tired of the Vegas heat, and we wanted a new scenery,” Mic said. He was having a problem keeping his hands to himself as Dawson drove us to lunch. His hand kept creeping higher and higher up my thigh.
Ford beat Davis to the back seat, and I was once again in between them. I was about to say something to Mic, but then Ford surprised me by shoving Mic’s fingers against my core with his hand, and they were both now trying to drive me crazy.
“You two need to stop. I don’t want to be sopping wet while in the restaurant,” I panted out. They were teasing me like crazy. They were staying away from my clit but brushing their fingers everywhere else.
“That’s what we want, Princess. We want you wild with lust. In fact, you won’t be needing these anymore,” Ford whispered in my ears.
He gripped my thong and ripped it from my body. I gasped. Dawson chuckled and Davis turned in his seat, his eyes blazing with heat. I moaned when Mic dipped two fingers inside me and swirled them. He then pulled them out and shoved them in Davis’s mouth. He sucked on them greedily.
“That’s so f*cking hot,” I cried out.
Ford dipped two of his fingers in and did the same when Mic took his fingers away from Davis. They were literally feeding him my juices.
“We’re here,” Dawson announced.
Ford bolted from the car. I was stunned he just left us all like that.
“Is he okay?”
“I’m sure he’s fine. Must be getting us a table,” Dawson said.
He parked and before Mic or Davis could make a move, he was out, opened the back door and grabbed my hand.
We walked hand in hand with Davis and Mic close. When we walked in, the male host greeted us with a huge smile and guided us to a table with long dual table cloths.
“Is this an Italian restaurant?” I asked.
“It is, do you like Italian?” Dawson asked.
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< That Was A Lovely Appetizer
Love it, it’s my second favorite food.”
