Heather cuddled up to him as they walked outside, the limo waiting for them as if it were
there all night. They kissed in the limo, impatient to get back to the hotel, deciding on
Michael's hotel. It was the closest.
His kiss was soft but demanding, his hands freely caressing her body. Her nipple
sprung to attention when one hand slid in the front of her top, his fingertips attacking
the swollen bud as she arched her back to push her breast into his hand. Her tongue
responded to him, slipping into his mouth to attack him, her hand going to his lap to rub
his cock, her fingers curled around the thickening shaft, sliding up and down. She wanted
so much to take his cock out of his pants, her mouth engulfing it. The limo stopped and
Heather was relieved, not able to restrain herself much longer.
Michael made short work of the driver, a big tip, signing for the limo, another bill to
take back with him. He had more important things to take care of first. Heather.
Luckily the elevator was empty, the door closing as Michael pushed Heather hard against
the wall, his hips grinding his cock into her pussy, kissing her passionately as she
ground back against his cock. The door opened too soon, Michael taking her hand as they
walked down the long corridor until they got to his room. He fumbled with the electronic
key until he heard the click, the light turning green as he pushed the door open. They
both rushed into the room, the door slamming noisily behind them.
Heather took a breath, wanting this to last. "Lie down on the bed," her
voice demanded, hoping that she sounded convincing. Michael looked at her, his eyes
searching hers before he went to the bed, lying down but not before kicking off his shoes.
Heather fooled with the radio dial until a soft, sexy song came on the air. She moved
over to the bed sitting down next to Michael. His hands moved up to touch her, Heather
pushing them away. "Let me." Her hands moved to the front of his shirt, her
fingers undoing the buttons, her long fingernails sliding sexily over his bare chest as
she pushed the shirt aside.
Michael had always been the aggressor in lovemaking, this being a challenge for him not
to touch her. Her fingernails ran over his chest, Michael sucking in his stomach as she
moved lower, the buttons of the shirt all opened. He helped her, taking the shirt off,
his hands going back to his sides, waiting for Heather's next move. He looked down,
his cock throbbing to be free of his pants.
Heather's hands touched his thighs, teasing along the firm flesh, her eyes glued
to the cock that throbbed inside his pants. She could see it jump as her hands drew
closer. His legs parted, one of her hands finding his balls, her hand clenching tightly
until his hips rose up, a look of pleasure on his face. Her other hand went to his cock,
fingers curling around it, the shaft thick and pulsating in her hand. Her hand took a
broad stroke of his cock, all the while her other hand clenched his balls. She moved her
hands away, quickly undoing his belt, her fingers fumbling with his pants, almost tearing
them off as the zipper slid down noisily. His cock pushed hard against the shorts that
tried to restrain it. Michael helped her slip his pants off, Heather teasing him by
slowly folding them neatly, Michael eagerly awaiting her touch again.
Heather kept teasing him, her hands touching him and then leaving him wanting more.
Michael laid there in his shorts, his cock wanting her touch.
Heather turned back to the bed after carefully putting the pants on a hanger almost too
slowly. She licked her lips sensuously as she sat back down on the bed. "Miss
me?" Her hands didn't wait for an answer, stroking his cock through his shorts,
the thin material molded to the thick shaft. Her fingers crept up the shaft, outlining
the big head. She pressed his shorts around his cock.
Michael felt the pressure as Heather pushed his shorts around his cock, molding it like
a second skin. Her fingers ran up and down the shaft, her long fingernails skimming a
line from his balls to the head, her fingertips playing across the head. He couldn't
keep his hips still, his ass rising up from the bed to push his cock harder into her
hand.
"Down boy." Heather squeezed Michael's nuts tighter until his ass
settled back on the bed. She enjoyed the power she had in her hands. She pulled his
shorts down, his thick cock popping out as she slid them down his legs. She pulled them
off and Michael settled back onto the bed, willingly spreading his legs to allow her
access to all of him. She leaned over, kissing his lower thigh. Her hands moved in front
of her mouth, tiny soft wet kisses running up his thigh until her hand found his ball
sack, her hand cupping the twin balls, squeezing them as his ass rose up again. Her
tongue moved out of her lips, licking up his thigh until she came to his balls, tonguing
them in spite of the hairs that tickled her lips. Her hand crept up to his cock and
wrapped tightly around the shaft, moving up and down slowly.
Michael wanted badly to pull her mouth onto his cock, but restrained himself, letting
Heather do all the work, as he lay back naked on the bed. Her touch was so soft, sliding
up and down his shaft, her tongue leaving a trail of saliva on his balls that cooled in
the air-conditioned room. His ass rose up higher as she squeezed his balls, a strange
masochistic thrill running through his body as she squeezed harder than what would be
considered gentle play. All he could think about was her tongue and mouth that continued
to move up his shaft. He could feel her hot breath blowing on his cock, and the touch of
air sent his cock into tremors of pleasure.
She felt his cock grow harder in her hand, her fingers tightening on the shaft as she
masturbated him slowly, her tongue lapping at his hot flesh like a cat. Her tongue made
broad strokes up the shaft, from the crinkly hairs on his balls all the way to the round
head, glistening with his juices. She had to hold it tight, for the shaft was jerking and
shaking in pleasure. Heather's mouth opened wide, her tongue licking her lips until
they were moist. She blew on the head of his cock, her hand holding it tight as it
jerked. Her tongue lashed at the end of his cock, the salty precum quickly settling on
her taste buds as she bathed the throbbing flesh.
"God, I don't think I can stand it much longer." Michael moaned loudly
as Heather's mouth engulfed the head of his cock in her tight lips. Her tongue
attacked the head of his cock as she sucked it deeper into the hot sweet confines of her
mouth. His hands went down to the sides of her head, drawing her down, feeling the
tightness of her mouth around his cock. Her other hand continued to stroke his cock, as
her tongue danced over the bulging head. Michael struggled to contain his lust, not
wanting to dump his cum into her mouth. He wanted to be inside her pussy when he came.
She sucked him, tasting his cum as he leaked in her mouth, her hand continuing to
stroke his cock. She gave him one last kiss on the head of his cock, moving away from
him, seeing the look of disappointment on his face. She stood up, turning the radio on
louder. She began to move to the soft rhythm of the music, her hips moving back and forth
sensuously, her breasts moving gently up and down. She looked over at Michael as her hand
began to open her top wide, revealing her bare breasts to him, throwing the top to the
floor. Her fingers went to her already hardened nipples, flicking across them as they
grew bigger and her fingernails lightly scratching over the sensitive tips.
She had such lovely breasts, large areolas that surrounded pink nipples that sprung to
life under her touch. Michael's hand slid down to his cock absently as he stroked it
up and down with his eyes glued to Heather's half naked body as she danced for him.
Her hands made short work of the flimsy skirt, soon just a puddle at her feet, her hips
swaying back and forth in only her thong, the silky panty pulled tightly over her mound.
Her fingers slid down between her legs, one finger sliding up and down her slit until her
panties were pressed into the deep divide, the material already wet with her arousal. Her
pussy was prominently outlined in her thong.
She played with her pussy through her panties, feeling her dampness, her eyes glued to
Michael's masturbating hand. She loved to watch a man masturbate, especially when he
was watching her strip for him. She turned her back to him, tightening her buttocks for
him. She spread her legs, bending over and peering back through her legs to watch him.
She pulled her thong down over her ass, the string pulling from between her cheeks,
sliding down her legs until she pulled it away. She spread her legs wider, reaching back
with her hands to pull her buttocks apart until she was obscenely exposed to him. She
felt the cool air of the air conditioning blowing on her pussy and asshole, her hands
holding herself open for his visual inspection.
She turned back to him, facing him; her legs spread wide, her pussy lips pulled back,
her sex glistening with her juices. Michael continued to stroke his cock as he looked at
her naked body. He pulled his cock up with one hand. "I can't wait any longer.
Sit on this. I want to feel that hot, tight pussy grip my cock."
"I thought you'd never ask," Heather teased him. She knelt on the bed,
crawling over him until her knees were on both sides of his hips, kneeling up, poised over
the head of his cock that he so proudly held in place.
Michael rubbed the head of his cock back and forth over her pussy, finding her slit wet
and wanton. He pushed it down a bit, getting it in place, Heather moving up a little to
accommodate him. "Yes, down you go," he urged her as he felt her pussy slowly
engulf the head of his cock as she sank her body down on his rigid cock.
It felt so good as the head of his cock split her pussy lips open, her hot wet insides
slowly sliding over the pulsating head. It had been too long since she had a man inside
her, bowing her legs out farther to accommodate him. She began to rotate her hips,
feeling the immense pressure as his cock began to fill her up, her muscles tightening on
the hot flesh as she pushed down. God, he was big.
Michael tried to control himself, her pussy gripping his prick as she sank down.
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