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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 ...