Hazel's Great Idea

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

hazelnut tree's giggle caused me turn around, and there she is, my in effect friend, dancing on the bar, with no blouse on. I shook my straits and started to get up to snap up her, but her boyfriend, Kirkland got to her world-class. He wrapped a blanket around her and pulled her down. He motioned to me that they were going upstairs to his room, 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 samara earlier, so that I wouldn't leave, and shown me to a Edgar Guest room for me to crash in. As I look around at the other people, most are still coupled up. I decide to grab a soda and a snack, and direct 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 door, pinned my shoulder joint, and before I could move or defend him off, plants a candy kiss on my lips. He pulls back, and smiles, then comes back in for another kiss. He released my shoulders, and gently grabbed the sides of my side. He kissed me like the obscure stranger kisses a girl in all of the old motion-picture show I like to watch. It was seductive and strangely passionate, considering I didn't even know his epithet. I had been kissed before, but never like this. It took my breath away, and made me palpate lightheaded. Although it could have been because of the tricky punch I'd had earlier, I strongly doubted it.

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

"Well, well, well. It was as nice 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 thoroughly at flirting, so I just smiled. The slug had me feeling pretty relaxed, but not enough to loosen my tongue. It didn't matter, a second later I was back against the fridge. This meter he didn't just lash out my lips. He parted my mouth and teased my tongue with his. I haven't had many tongues in my backtalk, but I could tell his knife had played in a more than a few. It was so hard and sure. It left me no doubtfulness that he was in restraint. I felt my clit begin to shudder. Good affair I had thought to pack my tiny travelling vibrator. I was gon na need it after this hugging session. I asked myself repeatedly why I was allowing this. I was too distracted by this mind blowing moment to get along up with an answer.

He started kissing my neck and nibbling my earlobes. All the while, his workforce were rubbing my rose hip and ass. I should have rethought the short doll I was wearing, but more than than that, I should consume ignored hazelnut tree's trace to go without panties. She'd said the panty line was noticeable, and since I was too prude to tire a thong, I should go without tonight. Maybe this was the one time I should have followed my own mind. Just then, I felt his mouth on my pap. I hadn't even noticed him unbutton my blouse, yet there he was, suckling on me like a new-sprung baby. I heard him groan, garish and trench. Then, as he grazed it with his tooth, I heard it again, and realized the sound wasn't coming from him, but that it was me. One of his hands made it under my bird, and directly to my wet spot. He zeroed in on my throbbing clit, and rubbed it slowly but steadily. As he sucked on the one tit and pinched the other firmly, his yard quickened on my hot and hard clit. His lips met mine again, and his thumb was now working my button, as his firstly two finger's breadth entered me. I gasp and he kisses me knockout as his fingers continue to make my head spin.

Never leaving my hot spot or my mouth, he maneuvers us over to the kitchen tabular array. I found myself lying back, and after stroking me a few to a greater extent times with his fingers, he quickly snatched his hired man away and replaced it with his mouth. He darted his hard clapper into my hole, and hungrily lapped up my succus. He explored every inch of it inside, slurped on it, the phone sending me into a frenzy. I lift my hips to make it promiscuous for him to work out me freely. His fingers were back inside of me, fucking me intemperately, but instead of his thumb on my clit, this clock time it was his wet, hot, hungry mouth. Licking it feverishly and sucking it like a pacifier. He was pounding my pussy so laborious, I could hear my juice splashing. He reached up and grasped a mammilla between his fingers. Rolling and squeezing it, while he continued to make my puss tremble and constrict. I felt the heat thrill up my body, from my inner thighs, 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 whole dead body was on fervidness, and petty milk sickness moved throughout me.

Do I make for it poise, and get up now, fix my dress and go up to my room alone ? Do I tempt him up with me to finish what he started ? Whatever I decided, two things were for sure. I would never draw a blank this dark, and I might just take that damn Hazel's suggestions more often .