1. Dirty Girl Interrupted


    Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: College Sex, Author: Metilda, Rating: 23, Source: LushStories

    tension must have been dripping from me when I stepped out of the room. Both of them looked up and watched as I walked toward them. I didn’t have it in me to say anything, but I didn’t need to, did I? Trace leaned back, knowing a turned-on, too-far-gone, dirty girl when he saw one. This wasn’t like him, this wasn’t like me—this wasn’t us. This was a parallel universe where I was playing Maggie Benette in some kinky episode of Sliders. And that passion was back when we kissed, that perfect pairing where we could sense intentions and move together. Only this time I spread my legs and climbed up, letting my skirt ride up as I straddled his lap. I grinded against him, loving how hard he was, how slick I felt when I ran my cotton covered, slick pussy over him. Clutching his shirt, I was suddenly frustrated by the fact that we were still dressed. Damned clothes, always in the way. Trying not to break away from him, I pulled at the hem of his shirt. I wanted it off, him naked. Those muscles—I needed to feel them under my fingers. That polite restraint that he had in him yesterday as he got me off in my room—bent over the bed as if waiting for a punishment—was gone. In its place was someone who didn’t feel like messing with things like buttons and shirt collars. He simply hiked my shirt up and pulled my tits free from my bra. As he took a sensitive, stiff nipple between his teeth, I reach between us and found the snap of his jeans. Moments later his cock—lovely and hard—was pressed ...
    between us, running nicely between the slickness of my pussy lips. I groaned from the contact, absolutely loving the pressure—the way a full-bodied sensation of pleasure and need swept through me, making the hair of my neck stand on end. With my skirt around my waist it was easy to simply lift up, slide the thin cotton of my panties to the side as he gripped his cock, guiding the tip to my slit. Whatever it is about glass that gets me so wet didn’t matter at all in that moment. His hard, hot cock spreading me open, filling me up as I lowered myself. The giving smoothness of his skin against mine. Nothing could ever feel more satisfying than that. And Rency—I was aware of him sitting there, watching. God knows what was on his mind. He was like my mirror, the very thing that made my mind go beyond thought and into the place where only the need to explore and touch spurred me on and on. I found a nice rhythm, made easy by the way Trace cupped my ass cheeks in his greedy hands and thrust upward each time I slid down on his cock. His brown eyes, losing their innocent softness, burned into mine. The muscles of his neck throbbed with his heavy pulse. Then he thrust into me, hard enough to knock me off balance. I gripped him tight to steady myself and had the fight the urge to roll my hips and get off. So close to the edge, the strain of resistance made me break out with a sweat and suck in a deep breath to try to cool myself. I gave my attention to my mirror, Rency, who was sitting ...
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