Tuesday, 1 March 2011

story

He walked to the door, seeing it ajar and pushed it open, stepping inside and closing it behind him.
Looking into the room opposite he saw her kneeling on the bed, facing away but watching him in the mirror, eyes meeting his, lips parted, smiling.

Walking forward he traces a hand over her bum, toying with a suspenders strap while he kneels behind, rubbing himself against her, keeping eye contact in the mirror, smoothing a hand possessively over the naked skin on show.

Smiling at the approving noise coming from her lips, looking at the image they make. Him fully dressed, her in much less, stockings dark on her legs, skirt pulled high on her bum and thin vest showing her tattooed back, long hair hanging down, hiding her cleavage and face as she ducks her head, arching her back and pushing against him.

Moving back he places both hands on her cheeks and starts to kiss the visable flesh, biting and swiring his tongue on her skin. Slowly getting closer to the hole and then teasingly moving away. Slipping one hand under her he finds her wet and hot, fingers start to tease as his tongue licks delicately at her, before entering.

Pushing back against him, feeling his tongue in her, his teeth biting at her, his fingers making her wetter, she moans, trembling, causing him to grip her tighter with the free hand, moving it to grip her hip, pulling her back further onto his tongue, which is slowly fucking her arse, flicking in and out, matching his teasing fingers.

tbc...

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