Well my dear reader, this is new!
After so many stimulating catfights, tenacious bar room brawls and the shameful ruination of many social events. It’s finally come down to a battle of sexual prowess, honestly I’m not surprised. I can see it in Erin’s eyes - she wants me, she needs me, she yearns for me. Well I can’t blame her, I am outrageously sexy! In fact it was only last Christmas when over dinner with mutual friends, I felt Erin’s stocking covered feet stretch forward towards my own feet and ankles. Erin rubbed her stockings so hard against mine, we both had ladders in them by the time our meal was over. Erin can be such a naughty girl when she wants.
So alone in the dark, in a confined space no less. It’s no surprise Erin makes a pass at me. She can try to cloak her sexual desires with the excuse of competition. But we both know that’s a lie! Don’t we Erin? You just want me to dominate your clit with my own, don’t you? You tremble with desire at the thought of my tongue skilfully navigating past your labia and delivering my warm saliva to your delicate and delicious little nub, don’t you? Your body buzzes with sexual tension at the thought of my tongue with all its perfectly placed imperfections delivering the most exquisite balance of texture-full and silky smooth strokes to your precious nub, as I tenderly massage my saliva into you nub, don’t you Erin? As for my fingers…Mmm my silky smooth fingers will probe every inch of your womanhood, while my warm breath teases you on a level you’ve never experienced. You lust for this, don’t you Erin?
Still as our hardened nipples press together and our firm breasts begin to mushroom, we both work our thighs into each other’s naked kitty. You Hiss provocatively at me:
"I'm going to take you bitch"
I hiss back:
“Mmm in your dreams you dirty little slut!”
It’s a that moment your hands leave my throat and begin to massage by firm breasts, I sigh with pleasure and gently press my forehead against yours. While my own hands naturally slide down to your breasts. We knead each other’s firm flesh between our fingers, I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation of things to cum. Your right hand then leaves my breast and slowly glides along my body to my left buttock. You dig in your nails and I twitch in pain and admittedly excitement. I begin to moan softly as you pull our hips together. We both enjoy the moment before you thrust your hips into mine. I welcome your attack and press down hard with a sudden movement of my own. We pause and enjoy this moment before your hand gracefully slides from my butt to my thigh and as you caress it, you hiss:
“I’m going to take you slut”
I hiss back:
“Please you will be putty in my hands Erin! You’re gonna be mine bitch!”
We smirk at each other excitedly before your hands and legs move in parallel. As your hand slides up my thigh and your fingers slide into my welcoming pussy, your thigh with its job now complete hooks itself around the back of my right calf. I begin to moan in pleasure at your fingers begin to fuck me. It’s at this moment you smugly hiss:
"Let's see what your made of bitch”
I whisper to you softly:
“How about I show you my lustful slut?”
With a smirk I remove my right hand from your breast and slowly place my index and middle fingers into my mouth. I coat them in warm saliva before I place them onto your right breast, before I tenderly and slowly trace them down your body and insert them into your wanting and hungry kitty. The movement and rhythm of my fingers matches perfectly with your own. But that’s not all, as my left hand cups your right breast and I lift it up towards my mouth, while I lower my head. You know what’s coming and you brace for this attack of sheer pleasure. As my warm wet mouth connects with your breast and I begin to suckle on you.
With my mouth on your nipple and my fingers in your puss, I begin to stimulate thoughts and feelings towards me you’ve denied for years. As for myself, my puss gyrates and moves in rhythm to your fingers. I won’t deny that I’m enjoying this and that I want to cum, but we both know it’s going to take a little work before either of us erupts with sweet nectar. Yet, I begin to bite my bottom lip…as I fear my moans and those from you will soon alert our friends to this shocking turn of events. While from my own puss you begin to feel my warm sweet nectar is beginning to flow, only in small quantities…but I can’t deny. I’m wet for you Erin.
Yt
