Gag Or Puke

“Let them find something nice to do. I’ve already found it.”
“I guess you have,” she whispered sexily, frenching me with her tongue
and bringing her hand to the back of my neck, gently scratching me there
with her fingernails as I boldly moved my fingers lower and cupped her
pubis through the blue denim skirt.
“That’s nice,” she sighed, breaking kiss and moving her cheek next to
mine, gaining access to my super-sensitive ears. She took the opportunity
to blow soft, warm air into my left ear, sending chills all over my body.
“Blow in my ear and….”
“And you’ll fuck my brains out,” she interrupted.
“That’s a promise,” I said.
“I’ll hold you to it,” she whispered, breathing her words against my
ear.
Her buttocks were pressed tightly against the counter. Her legs were
opened as wide as the somewhat tight denim would allow. When the tip of
her tongue found ear canal to its liking, I nearly busted my gourd.
I moved both of my hands to the bottom of her sweater which lay
loosely around her waist and, in one quick motion, pulled the soft wool
over her girlish breasts, exposing the plain white cotton bra. She was
never one for really fancy underthings. Someday I would teach her how to
dress sexily underneath her dignified exterior.

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“You’re getting me started again,” she said.
“Mm-mm,” I mumbled into her hair. I could feel my cock beginning to
grow between her ass cheeks. I knew she could feel it, too.
Turning around then, she put her arms around my neck, our mouths found
each other, and we pressed our bodies together, tightly. It was as close
as we could get without actually fucking. I reached down to the through
our meshed bodies and gently kneaded her skirt-covered abdomen, pressing
lightly just above her pubis.
“Don’t you think the others will miss us?” she husked, moving her
pelvis slightly against my roving fingertips.