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She kisses me light and soft, biting and teasing. “But if I take off my
top,” she teases “you’re going to want me to take off my bottoms, too.”
I groan, my cock swelling painfully. The thought of her naked has the
room starting to tip on its side.
Please.
She covers my hand on her pussy with her hand and presses it into
herself, grinding against it. “And then your hands won’t be enough, and
you’ll want to fuck.” She moans, her body grinding against mine. “And my
prom date won’t like that.”
I squeeze her waist, baring my teeth. God, she knows how to fuck with
me.
“He doesn’t have to know,” I tell her “As long as you do what you’re
told.”
I bring my hand slowly up to her neck, and an excited smile flashes
across her face as she reaches down and lifts up her rash guard. I briefly let
go as she pulls it over her head, revealing a peach-colored bikini top
underneath. Her breasts rise well off her chest, the curves of her smooth,
olive skin looking like hills in front of me, and her hard nipples poke
through the fabric. My mouth is so dry. I want to taste her everywhere.
“Good girl,” I whisper. “Now take off the other top.”
She sucks in a quick breath, and she looks up, holding my eyes as she
timidly reaches behind her neck and pulls the string in one long, fluid
motion.
The straps fall loose at her side, and I come up, slowly peeling off one
triangle of fabric, exposing her pretty flesh.
Christ. More than a solid handful.
She pulls away the other triangle, and I stare in awe at her. So stunning.
And not even her body so much as they way she plays me, saying just the