1. Out of Control


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Interracial, Author: avrgblkgrl, Rating: 31, Source: LushStories

    mouths water and the dicks jump. It was not that they were huge. They were what women went to surgeons for, to reduce this and increase that. Flawless. All eyes were transfixed on her. And her breasts had pull because some in the group moved closer. After a brief recovery, Carter immediately fit himself between her thighs and cupped each one of her tits. He gave the two closest guys the eye and they knew she was off limits. Suddenly one of the girls yelled out, “Gazongas.” Then she lifted her shirt. The guys turned to look and raised their voices in encouragement. They were definitely getting a treat because another woman, not even in their group, did the same exact thing. Alaina’s eyes were on Carter’s as she let go of her top and it slid over his hands. Neither one paid any attention to the new game that was starting to attract new players. “He probably thinks I’m a whore,” she mused. Carter slightly shook his head and a smile spread across his face. “You are something else.” “Am I,” she said, returning his smile. He let his hands lightly squeeze her breasts. Before regrettably letting each hand drop, one and then the other. Carter did let his thumbs graze those tight nipples before letting go. They had been teasing him all night beneath the soft material. “And sexy as hell,” he added. “Are you surprised?” He let his forefinger follow the line of her jaw. It looked as if he was going to kiss her. “Not surprised, just thankful.” Her pussy became more than aware of his ...
    closeness as they looked at one another. “It’s your turn to surprise me.” He raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. “Hmm,” he finally said, changing his expression into something that she could not read. He stepped back and placed himself in his seat, turning to the bar. “Remember,” he teased, taking a swig of his drink, “you’re not that type of girl.” “Touché,” Alaina laughed. “Don’t let the designer wear fool’ya.” That made him laugh. “Well,” he started, still not looking at her, “you don’t have any tattoos.” He paused before asking, “Do you have any piercings?” “Yeah,” she laughed, “in my ears.” But, he did not laugh at that. Alaina wondered if it was some kind of qualifier. After all, she was now the type of girl that flashed people. He had seen her bare navel and knew that her nipples were not pierced. She knew that kind of thing drove men crazy. She had a flash of insecurity. She did not like it. “Do you have any piercings?” she asked rather smartly. He turned in his chair. Now, Carter was facing her again. “As a matter of fact,” that devilish smile was back, “I do.” That did surprise her. He was tattooed and pierced. Who would have thought? “Where?” “Have you ever heard of a Prince Albert?” “I want to know where your piercing is, not your favorite member of the royal family.” She was not going to let him change the subject that easily. “A Prince Albert is the name of a piercing.” “Really? I didn’t know that they had names.” “This one does.” She was truly intrigued. “Why?” His smile ...
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