Kelly’s reasons

You’re very much aware of Kelly being there. Her large green eyes. Her plump breasts. Her pert ass. Her rich perfume that tantalises sex. Her raw femininity. Her youth. Young but old enough. No, shake your head. Kelly’s dangerous. She’s rich. She’s privileged. She’s used to getting her way. She’s all woman.

“I was interested. I wanted to know what the symbols meant. I told you, I’d seen them before.” Her face is so close. Are you leaning into her? Or is she raising herself towards you? All you can see is her big, seductive eyes. Peering into you. Clouded with emotions. “And… and… I want you.”

And your faces can’t get any closer because she’s kissing you. Her lips are mashed against your lips. Her tongue is pushing your mouth open to enter. And she’s wrapping her arms around you. And you’re not fighting it. You’re embracing it. Accepting her kiss. Accepting her body pressed against you. Drowning in her perfume. Drowning in her desire.

You can’t do this. You can’t do this. You can’t not do this. You’re returning her kisses. You’re devouring her as much as she’s devouring you. When you finally break, you’re both panting. When she starts unbuckling your tros, you’re unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the white bra beneath. As she pulls your tros down and then your boxers, you’re pushing aside the white bra to reveal the fat, wonderful globes, plump and pale and perfect.

She stops when your dick springs out. Her eyes are as wide as you’ve ever seen them. Lust had enlarged them, but shock takes them to the ****.

“I haven’t seen a cock this big, except in porn.”

“You won’t be seeing it for long, because it’s going to be in you very soon.”

Her response is a breathless “Yes.”