“I’ll be the decider of that.” She juts her little jaw, her eyes sparkling. “Have you got lube?”
I should resist, but I can’t.
“Yeah, fuck yeah, somewhere in the cabinet.”
“I’m going to get it.” She wriggles out of my embrace.
Before I can stop her, she’s hopped out of the shower, and I follow passing her a towel and we both dry off quickly, still kissing in between. She gropes for the door of the cabinet, and giggles, “find it quick, Otis.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” I grin then fumble around until I locate the purple bottle.
She purrs happily when I say, “Got it,” then she hops up onto the vanity.
I stare, wondering what the little minx is up to now.
“Take me from behind,” she pants. “Like this.” And twisting, she spreads her knees on the vanity, her palms planted on the glass mirror and her cute ass rising to meet me.
My jaw goes slack as I watch her wiggle her ass cheeks at me in invitation. I can see the thicket of damp dark hair now between her legs, the folds of her labia just in view, tempting me.
Her arousal smells like heaven.
I prowl forward and dip my hand between her legs, scoop her sweet juices, thumb her clit and slide my fingers along her ass crack. She moans and whines encouragement. Splaying her butt cheeks wide with one hand, I use my other to cover my cock in lube from the bottle. Tons of lube.
Slowly, slowly I ease my shaft between her butt cheeks until it meets her tight little cunt. It glistens, beckoning me.
Her reflected eyes meet mine in a challenge.
“Knot me,” she demands.
“You sure you want this?” I croak.
“So much.”
My cock is huge, weeping with pre-cum and dripping with lube.
I give in.
Grasping onto my knot, I ease my cock into her, savoring her little gasps. Her tits jiggle in the mirror as she moves her ass upto greet me, her panting breath clouding the glass as I slide my cock deeper into her.
She feels so tight, but so wet too. Carefully, I inch into her, adding more lube as I go.
She splays her legs wider on the bench, her palms on the glass as she watches me out of hungry eyes. “All of you Otis, I wantallof you.”
Holy Fuck!
How can I refuse a request like that.
CLEM.
Otis is behind me, a huge green buffed monster, every muscle primed. It’s steamy in here, and I rub the steam off the mirror to better see him. His hands are kneading my buttocks, and the look on his face as he bites his lower lip is pure lust.
His eyes are gleaming, firey orbs.
His nostrils are flared wide, his lips swollen and his tusks jutting and sharp-tipped.
I watch his reflection as his pecs bunch, the movement of his perfect six-pack a symphony as he holds his cock in his hands and the muscles of his abdomen literally shake with the effort to hold himself back.
And oh my, that knot of his, I want it so badly.
