1. Hollow Girl


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    stretched out to infinity. At that moment that person was more excited by Saskia than anyone had ever been. They'd warned her, never expect to impress a model. Especially a much-adored underwear model, like Matt. He only got properly hard in a mirror, or the camera. No-one was surprised when he asked his photographer to marry him. Fuck Billie. Fuck Matt. She wriggled off her underwear and lifted her skirt to let the light of the picture, of the frozen moment, bathe her secret places. She curled toes over the edge of the desk, and slid fingers lightly up her thigh. # The next day, Saskia woke late and to a squirm of shame at how she’d behaved. Waiting for the bath to run, she checked her phone. Nothing from Matt. Then she checked her laptop in case they'd emailed a video or something. Maybe they'd done it, got it all out of their system. Maybe there was a sloppy sixty-nine waiting for her: Billie grinding an orgasm out on Matt’s girl-glossed lips, licking cum off his cock with a messy mouth. No last minute withdrawal and tossing him off into a tissue, for her. Nothing. Just the image she’d minimised before going to bed last night. Christ, she'd cum like a banshee, and more than once. What was the matter with her? Her dastardly fingers opened it again to a liquid pull in her belly. Fuck. Look at that lovely abandon. Saskia's fingers fluffed at her bush. Then she gasped, stamped her foot and stormed to the bathroom. It was only halfway through a soapy scrubbing, when she ...
    noticed she wasn’t wearing her ring, which was too big and fell off easily. She shouldn't really be wearing it. Then with a dip of inevitability, she reckoned she knew where it was. A place she had left in a panic. Twenty minutes later, Saskia was standing on the deck of the planted boat with her fist in the air, trying to force it to knock on the little wooden doors. The ring was nowhere to be seen on the grass bank and she hoped maybe the woman in the boat might have picked it up. A useless idea, and a terrifying prospect, but she couldn’t let a potentially awkward situation get in the way of her most prized possession. However, there was no innocent explanation for dressing exactly the same as the day before. And only wicked explanations for deciding at the last minute not to bother with underwear; for which the unfamiliar breeze around her hidden clefts was a constant, silent reproach. Her heart did the knocking for her it seemed, as the door suddenly opened. “Hi, I’m Aela!” said the woman, “I hoped you’d come back, would you like some tea?” She tugged at a rumpled, shapeless white cotton frock, clearly having just dressed. “Saskia,” Saskia said, then her head emptied. Aela had a soft vitality to her that put Saskia’s gym body to shame, and something about her just made you want to smile. For a moment Saskia really did believe that she was here for tea. Aela clawed back a wet mane of tawny hair and blinked brightly, eyes like blooms. Then she snorted and squeezed Saskia's arm. ...
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