"It was the music made me do it, officer"
Techno music throbs, dark room filled with thrashing dancers. His hand snakes under my shirt, finds my braless boobs, plays with my nipples.I stroke his dick through his jeans, then drag it out and take it in my mouth. It...
Illicit touch’s giddy frisson.“A drunken one off,” I had told him.It was; until fingers again brush my skin. Pussy memory dampens my knickers.“Shouldn’t,” I say, half-heartedly.Wordlessly, my inner thigh is caressed. Self-control evaporates in a vortex of forbidden desire. Spreading...
His scarlet throb traces my lips, slickens them in a honeyed froth. Though blinded by silk noir haze, I divine its hue from its hardness. It probes, a plum brimming with the taste of his control, the first breach of unclothed...
