“God, you’re sexy.”
I nod. “So are you.”
Our mouths fuse as he plays with me, massaging my clit so leisurely it’s driving me crazy, the desire making my entire body hot.
I want him on top of me.
I want him inside me.
I tug at his arm.
Pull his giant body until he’s where I want him; hovering over me.
I feel dainty and petite—a direct contradiction to his massive frame.
His lower half dips.
Dick brushes against my pussy, back and forth, back and forth.
My hands slide inside his underwear, luxuriating in the feel of his hot flesh and basking in the taut muscles of his hips that flex with every motion.
Back and forth…
I grip his shaft and gently tug it.
He’s still kissing me, our mouths needy. Tongues wet.
It’s hot and sexy and getting me hotter.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m pushing at the waistband of his underwearagain—this time, I want them off. Off, off, off.
I want Duke completely naked above me.
I want to see what he looks like in the flesh—mostly, I want to see what his dick looks like.
I already know it’s big. He is big, so it stands to reason that his cock would be proportionate and how sad would it be if it wasn’t? A tragedy, that’s what.
He lets me push down his shorts (of course he does) all the while teasing me with the tip of his cock at the apex of my thighs, in the place where I most want the tip of his cock. And now that he’s no longer wearing that sexy black underwear, dry humping him is even hotter.
I spread my legs when he feels between us, his finger moving the fabric of my thong to the side.
I wonder how long we can last this way, flirting with fucking, getting each other more turned on by the second without any physical relief.
It’s hard.
It’s so hard, and I’m so wet, and it’s on the tip of my lips to beg for it.
Mmm…
The sound leaves my throat.
He’s still holding my panties aside, stretching them to the point where I probably won’t be able to wear them again (but probably won’t throw them out).
It’s unbearable, this heat.
How wet I am.
How insanely turned on he’s making me.