Deleted Member Posted January 7, 2022 I glare at you from across the crowded room. Our mutual friend's party is rather busy. People are having conversations among themselves. And yet during all of this you've been constantly readjusting your tight fitting dress. The dress of course is perfectly fine: it's your panties getting increasingly warmer and damper; that is the problem. You've been unable to shake the feeling of lust since we got here. And the fact you're getting so soaked around my friends and strangers, just makes you throb more and more. I wonder if you know you've been biting your lip for the last five minutes. I break eye contact with you and wander off - your eyes darting over me adjusting my suit - and leaving you to try and make idle chit-chat with someone you barely know. All the while, I know your soaking pussy will be craving my touch. You can feel the soft drenched fabric clinging tightly to your smooth skin. Before you lose your mind, you feel fingers wrap around your arm and grip firmly. The warm breeze of exhaled breath brushes up your neck to your ear, hearing a low, barely audible growl. A familiar growl. "I can see how wet you are." The words sending a shiver down your spine as the realisation that your arousal is nowhere near as covert as you tried to be. Do you know you chew your lip when you're nervous? Feeling my lips brush over your earlobe with a soft bite. "It's dripping down your leg." It hits you like a freight train. In all your focus of trying to sneakily readjust yourself, you failed to notice the few drips very slowly dripping down your inner thighs. You're worse than you thought. You are drenched. "Kitchen. Now." is all you hear as breath and hand leaves you. You pause for a moment, flushed, before moving toward the kitchen with a single purpose. You navigate the crowded room. The haze of smoke would normally be unwelcoming to most. But that means one thing. The kitchen is probably empty. As you enter, you look around at the kitchen, searching for me. A single finger click from your left is your only clue, but a noise you're attuned to from our home, fortunately. Tucked away in a small alcove in the kitchen, I stand. It takes a single gesture of my finger to guide you straight over to me. I'm watching your body baby, your soft curves and graceful movements a siren call to men, and I'm grateful you're mine. I can see from your face you're anticipating my kiss, but too bad, honey. My left arm turns you ***fully around, pulling you back toward me as my arm wraps tightly around your waist. Your rear presses up to me. A hard bulge pressing between your cheeks, your hair caught between us and tugging your head backward into my neck for comfort. You can't help but let out a small moan as you struggle to balance on your shoes, caught off balance. It's loud enough for both to hear, but the sound of the party is drowning it out in the next room. "Shall I make you cum here and now in front of everyone?" The words floor you, darling. I can feel it in the way you tense against me, but we both know that, if I choose, you'll cum for me here. Your dress gathers at your hips, too tight to flip up prettily like some of your other outfits, but far enough for you to see your panties on display, now so wet you can clearly see your own sex through them in the window opposite. You're flushed, breathing rapidly. Your legs tremble at the thought of someone coming in and seeing what a little slut you are. How could you explain it, other than what it looks like? "Do you think when you scream as you cum, they'll come in to see the noise?" Before you can even register the thought of it, your underwear is pulled to one side by the hand not wrapped around you, my finger running up and down your slick smooth pussy. You can feel it now. There's no friction at all from that initial touch. It makes you press up against me harder - imagining how easy it would be for every thick hard inch to slide in right now. I'm watching us in the window too, princess, what a pretty picture we make as I drop a kiss against the base of your neck. You look like a damn piece of art in my eyes, like a goddess of lust brought to life and given to me. You're rocking wetly against my fingers over your clit now, thoughts of the party a scant few meters away almost forgotten in the hypnotic motion. It's intoxicating and hearing you gasp and moan is keeping me rock hard. I guide your hand over to your dress and make you take a firm grip, so I can cover your mouth with my palm. You can let it all out. No need to hold back. "Not today pet: you're too good to share."
Kay- Posted January 8, 2022 Omg still just as good the more times I read it . Would love to play this one out… Well I would the first one too 😈 May need to go change my underwear Again now
Na**** Posted January 8, 2022 I definitely need to go change my underwear now after reading both of these, would love for this to happen to me 😍😍😍😍
Deleted Member Posted January 8, 2022 Author Thanks for the feedback all! Might have to set up a dry cleaners business that gives a discount if you read my content.
Go**** Posted January 8, 2022 1 hour ago, GirthyDaddy said: Thanks for the feedback all! Might have to set up a dry cleaners business that gives a discount if you read my content. Might be a pretty good idea given your previous 😆
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