plazma
Bluelighter
She's sitting, legs primly crossed on a park bench. She looks to be about 20, straight black hair, almond shaped eyes, a light blue/grey. She's wearing a light blue miniskirt, her long smooth tanned legs tapering elegantly to feet in grey heels, She moves to pick up her handbag from the bench beside her, her full breasts straining at her blue halter top, nipples clearly visible through the light fabric. By the way she acts, her body seems full of tension, ebbing and flowing like a breeze, anticipation holding her in its grasp. Her eyes darting to where the path curves and disappears behind the slope of a hill to her left.
Her breath catches in her throat as she sees a man walk into view along the path, his suit a dark charcoal grey, his stride unhurried. He's about 25, a tall light blonde with dark brown eyes, a measured walk, holding himself like a predator, muscled under the suit, the cloth pulling at his biceps and chest as he walks towards her. She stands up, walking quickly towards him, her legs seeming to flow with catlike grace and precision, their perfect lines making his breath quicken involuntarily upon seeing her. She walks straight up to him, hips swaying from side to side, miniskirt tight and revealing the smooth curve of her hips. His suit pulls across his shoulders, hinting at the smooth muscle underneath as he pulls her to his chest. Her red lips upturned towards his face, and her eyes closed with a smile across her face. He lowers his face to hers and she feels the slight scratch of his stubble as he kisses her, his tongue probing deep and warm within her mouth, her tongue responds, wrapping silkily and playfully around his.
His slim fingered hands are running over her lower back, moving in smooth circles, pressure in all the right places, as she moans, feeling the wetness and hotness between her own legs, wanting him, needing him to fuck her, needing him inside her. She presses up against his hard cock, rubbing herself against him, as she hears his breathing catch for a second. His hands are sliding up the back of her thighs, as she pulls unwillingly away from him. She knows he needs her just as much, and she grabs one of his hands, and leads him back to the bench. She loves teasing him, she knows he can't get enough of her.
As they reach the bench she turns towards him again, pushing him backward onto the bench. As he sits down, she reaches down and with her delicate hands unzips his fly, sliding her hands inside, holding his cock, stroking it, teasing him. He moans, closing his eyes for a brief second. She bends over him, pulling his swollen cock out, flicking it with her pink tongue, teasing it, before smoothly taking it into her mouth, he leans backwards, arching his back as she strokes and sucks at his cock, his arms reaching towards her, hands sliding effortlessly over her nipples through the fabric of her halter top. She pulls her mouth away from his cock, teasing him again, pushing her mouth to his, her tongue flicking at his lips as he sucks her tongue into his mouth. She sits down on his lap, leaving his cock hard between them, as his hands push her halter top up, his tongue flicking at her dark firm nipples, his tongue encircling them, stroking her into a frenzy, a sweet revenge between them. His hands slowly slide down her smooth sides, down the tops of her thighs, his fingertips leaving a trail of hot sparks of sexual electricity in their wake. They dip under her miniskirt, running up the inside of her thighs, feeling the hotness radiating from her wet cunt, moving up slowly to her panties, fingering them aside, stroking her, coating his fingers with her wetness, her essence. She moans and bucks against him, as he chuckles throatily. He pulls his hand away, raising his finger to his lips, licking it, encircling it with his pink tongue, then sliding his lips over it, tasting her.
She nibbles at the side of his neck, as his fingers play her, tease her, push her towards the brink, she wants him so badly, but she's damned if she's going to make the first move towards her satisfaction, letting him satisfy her every want in his own time. She sighs softly as she feels his hands pull her towards his cock, sliding her up his lap. She feels his hardness nudging at her wet cunt, feeling herself beyond restraint, she shifts her weight over him, feeling him slide smoothly into her, filling her, both of them gasp at this, he can feel her softness covering him, pulling him deeper into her, as she moans into his ear. She wants to scream, feeling him moving so slowly inside her, her clit throbbing as his fingers gently move around it, lubricated by her own essence.
She feels him swing her over, pushing her back to the bench, as he slowly and surely thrusts into her, again and again, she can feel his cock filling her, hard where she's soft, bringing her pleasure. He can feel her legs wrapping around him, and her wetness against him. She thrusts her tongue against his, their lips open wide, as if to devour the other, pushing and playing each others tongues as they fuck against the bench. He stays slow, wanting her to come with him, feeling her cunt contract around his as he moves against her. She can feel herself coming closer and closer to an explosion of pleasure as she pulls him into her, again and again and again, her mouth encircling his tongue, an echo of their fuck, her eyes meeting his in a gaze so deep they're both lost far within it.
As his cock moves faster and faster within her, sliding back and forth in a slow eternity of pleasure, smoothly and surely pushing her to the point of oblivion, as he rides with her on that wave. His moan lost in hers, both uttered into the others mouth, as her cunt pulls him deeper within her and her moan becomes a gasp and sigh of pleasure absolute, he suddenly bucks and cries out. His eyes flickering as he stiffens against her and she in turn pulls him deeper into her, deeper into her own orgasm as her wetness floods against him, feeling his cock spurting cum into her, filling her. Her smooth legs wrapped around him as she bucks and arches her back in pleasure, they're both lost in each other.
As he slowly pulls out of her, and she sighs in regret, feeling him slipping away from her. There's a voice behind them, the man slowly turns, zipping up his fly, and on the path stands a collection of passers by, staring at them, cheering.
*evil grin*
-plaz out-
Her breath catches in her throat as she sees a man walk into view along the path, his suit a dark charcoal grey, his stride unhurried. He's about 25, a tall light blonde with dark brown eyes, a measured walk, holding himself like a predator, muscled under the suit, the cloth pulling at his biceps and chest as he walks towards her. She stands up, walking quickly towards him, her legs seeming to flow with catlike grace and precision, their perfect lines making his breath quicken involuntarily upon seeing her. She walks straight up to him, hips swaying from side to side, miniskirt tight and revealing the smooth curve of her hips. His suit pulls across his shoulders, hinting at the smooth muscle underneath as he pulls her to his chest. Her red lips upturned towards his face, and her eyes closed with a smile across her face. He lowers his face to hers and she feels the slight scratch of his stubble as he kisses her, his tongue probing deep and warm within her mouth, her tongue responds, wrapping silkily and playfully around his.
His slim fingered hands are running over her lower back, moving in smooth circles, pressure in all the right places, as she moans, feeling the wetness and hotness between her own legs, wanting him, needing him to fuck her, needing him inside her. She presses up against his hard cock, rubbing herself against him, as she hears his breathing catch for a second. His hands are sliding up the back of her thighs, as she pulls unwillingly away from him. She knows he needs her just as much, and she grabs one of his hands, and leads him back to the bench. She loves teasing him, she knows he can't get enough of her.
As they reach the bench she turns towards him again, pushing him backward onto the bench. As he sits down, she reaches down and with her delicate hands unzips his fly, sliding her hands inside, holding his cock, stroking it, teasing him. He moans, closing his eyes for a brief second. She bends over him, pulling his swollen cock out, flicking it with her pink tongue, teasing it, before smoothly taking it into her mouth, he leans backwards, arching his back as she strokes and sucks at his cock, his arms reaching towards her, hands sliding effortlessly over her nipples through the fabric of her halter top. She pulls her mouth away from his cock, teasing him again, pushing her mouth to his, her tongue flicking at his lips as he sucks her tongue into his mouth. She sits down on his lap, leaving his cock hard between them, as his hands push her halter top up, his tongue flicking at her dark firm nipples, his tongue encircling them, stroking her into a frenzy, a sweet revenge between them. His hands slowly slide down her smooth sides, down the tops of her thighs, his fingertips leaving a trail of hot sparks of sexual electricity in their wake. They dip under her miniskirt, running up the inside of her thighs, feeling the hotness radiating from her wet cunt, moving up slowly to her panties, fingering them aside, stroking her, coating his fingers with her wetness, her essence. She moans and bucks against him, as he chuckles throatily. He pulls his hand away, raising his finger to his lips, licking it, encircling it with his pink tongue, then sliding his lips over it, tasting her.
She nibbles at the side of his neck, as his fingers play her, tease her, push her towards the brink, she wants him so badly, but she's damned if she's going to make the first move towards her satisfaction, letting him satisfy her every want in his own time. She sighs softly as she feels his hands pull her towards his cock, sliding her up his lap. She feels his hardness nudging at her wet cunt, feeling herself beyond restraint, she shifts her weight over him, feeling him slide smoothly into her, filling her, both of them gasp at this, he can feel her softness covering him, pulling him deeper into her, as she moans into his ear. She wants to scream, feeling him moving so slowly inside her, her clit throbbing as his fingers gently move around it, lubricated by her own essence.
She feels him swing her over, pushing her back to the bench, as he slowly and surely thrusts into her, again and again, she can feel his cock filling her, hard where she's soft, bringing her pleasure. He can feel her legs wrapping around him, and her wetness against him. She thrusts her tongue against his, their lips open wide, as if to devour the other, pushing and playing each others tongues as they fuck against the bench. He stays slow, wanting her to come with him, feeling her cunt contract around his as he moves against her. She can feel herself coming closer and closer to an explosion of pleasure as she pulls him into her, again and again and again, her mouth encircling his tongue, an echo of their fuck, her eyes meeting his in a gaze so deep they're both lost far within it.
As his cock moves faster and faster within her, sliding back and forth in a slow eternity of pleasure, smoothly and surely pushing her to the point of oblivion, as he rides with her on that wave. His moan lost in hers, both uttered into the others mouth, as her cunt pulls him deeper within her and her moan becomes a gasp and sigh of pleasure absolute, he suddenly bucks and cries out. His eyes flickering as he stiffens against her and she in turn pulls him deeper into her, deeper into her own orgasm as her wetness floods against him, feeling his cock spurting cum into her, filling her. Her smooth legs wrapped around him as she bucks and arches her back in pleasure, they're both lost in each other.
As he slowly pulls out of her, and she sighs in regret, feeling him slipping away from her. There's a voice behind them, the man slowly turns, zipping up his fly, and on the path stands a collection of passers by, staring at them, cheering.
*evil grin*
-plaz out-
