Hazel's Great idea

She always seemed to get me tied up in her crazy plans. I swear, I was supposed to be home and in bed, watching Say Yes To The clothes. As depressing as it may sound to some, for me, it was a pure Friday night. A footling Ben and Jerry's would progress to it even better.

hazel tree's giggle caused me turn around, and there she is, my best booster, dancing on the bar, with no blouse on. I shook my head and started to get up to seize her, but her boyfriend, Kirkland got to her maiden. He wrapped a blanket around her and pulled her down. He motioned to me that they were going upstairs to his way, and quickly gathered her up in his arms, and ran up the stairs.

Great, now I'm left down here with 10 virtual unknown. Hazel had taken my car key fruit earlier, so that I wouldn't leave, and shown me to a node room for me to crash in. As I look around at the other people, about are still coupled up. I decide to grab a soda and a snack, and head up to my room.

I close the fridge and out of nowhere a tall, dark haired guy that I had noticed earlier, pushed me back onto the fridge threshold, pinned my shoulders, and before I could strike or crusade him off, industrial plant a kiss on my sassing. He pulls back, and smiles, then comes back in for another kiss. He released my shoulder joint, and gently grabbed the incline of my face. He kissed me like the dark stranger kisses a girl in all of the old movies I like to follow. It was seductive and strangely passionate, considering I didn't even know his name. I had been kissed before, but never like this. It took my hint away, and made me feel lightheaded. Although it could deliver been because of the tricky punch I'd had earlier, I strongly doubted it.

The unknown pulled back again, and his eye twinkled as he let go of my face.

"well, well, well. It was as gracious as I'd thought it would be."he said.

I stared at him blankly. He seemed quite confident in himself. It bordered on cockiness.

"Was it as good for you, Princess ?"His oculus almost danced now.

I've never been good at flirting, so I just smiled. The punch had me feeling pretty relaxed, but not enough to loosen my tongue. It didn't thing, a moment later I was back against the fridge. This time he didn't just outrage my lips. He parted my mouth and teased my tongue with his. I haven't had many natural language in my mouth, but I could distinguish his tongue had played in a more than a few. It was so potent and sure. It left me no doubt that he was in control. I felt my button begin to throb. Good thing I had thought to pack my tiny locomotion vibrator. I was gon na need it after this kissing session. I asked myself repeatedly why I was allowing this. I was too distracted by this intellect blowing moment to come up with an answer.

He started kissing my neck and nibbling my earlobes. All the spell, his hands were rubbing my coxa and ass. I should give rethought the short skirt I was wearing, but more than that, I should have ignored Hazel's proposition to go without panties. She'd said the panty line of products was obtrusive, and since I was too puritan to fatigue a thong, I should go without tonight. Maybe this was the one time I should have followed my own idea. Just then, I felt his mouth on my nipple. I hadn't even noticed him unbutton my blouse, yet there he was, suckling on me like a newborn child. I heard him groan, aloud and deeply. Then, as he grazed it with his teeth, I heard it again, and realized the sound wasn't coming from him, but that it was me. One of his bridge player made it under my skirt, and directly to my wet pip. He zeroed in on my throbbing clitoris, and rubbed it slowly but steadily. As he sucked on the one nipple and pinched the early firmly, his pace quickened on my hot and knockout clit. His lips met mine again, and his thumb was now working my clit, as his starting time two fingers entered me. I gasp and he kisses me hard as his finger's breadth continue to make my top dog spin.

Never leaving my hot spot or my back talk, he maneuvers us over to the kitchen table. I found myself lying back, and after stroking me a few Thomas More times with his fingers, he quickly snatched his paw away and replaced it with his mouth. He darted his arduous tongue into my jam, and hungrily lapped up my succus. He explored every inch of it inside, slurped on it, the sounds sending me into a frenzy. I lift my coxa to make it well-to-do for him to work out me freely. His fingerbreadth were back inside of me, fucking me hard, but instead of his ovolo on my button, this metre it was his wet, hot, hungry rima oris. Licking it feverishly and sucking it like a pacifier. He was pounding my snatch so hard, I could hear my succus splashing. He reached up and grasped a pap between his finger's breadth. rolling and squeezing it, while he continued to shit my pussycat shiver and constrict. I felt the heat rush up my body, from my inner second joint, and my body began to stiffen.

All at once, he stopped. He stopped everything, and just stood there, looking at me wiggle on the table. I wanted him badly, and he knew it. My unit dead body was on fervidness, and little tremble moved throughout me.

Do I run it cool, and get up now, fix my clothes and go up to my room alone ? Do I invite him up with me to finish what he started ? Whatever I decided, two things were for indisputable. I would never forget this night, and I might just carry that tinker's damn Hazel's trace more often .