Hazel's Great mind

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

hazel tree's giggle caused me turn around, and there she is, my best protagonist, dancing on the bar, with no blouse on. I shook my head and started to get up to snaffle her, but her young man, 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 room, and quickly gathered her up in his coat of arms, and ran up the stairs.

Great, now I'm left down here with 10 practical unknown. hazelnut had taken my car keys 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, virtually are still coupled up. I decide to grab a sal soda and a snack, and maneuver 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 berm, and before I could move or agitate him off, plants a kiss on my lips. He pulls back, and smiles, then comes back in for another kiss. He released my shoulder, and gently grabbed the face of my aspect. He kissed me like the dark stranger kisses a girlfriend in all of the old movies I like to follow. It was seductive and funnily passionate, considering I didn't even know his gens. I had been kissed before, but never like this. It took my breath away, and made me feel 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 surefooted in himself. It bordered on cockiness.

"Was it as good for you, Princess ?"His centre 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 tease my glossa. It didn't matter, a 2d later I was back against the fridge. This time he didn't just assault my lips. He parted my mouth and teased my tongue with his. I haven't had many natural language in my sassing, but I could differentiate his tongue had played in a more than a few. It was so potent and surely. It left me no dubiousness that he was in control condition. I felt my clit begin to shudder. unspoilt thing I had thought to compact my diminutive locomotion vibrator. I was gon na need it after this kissing academic session. I asked myself repeatedly why I was allowing this. I was too distracted by this nous blowing consequence to come up with an solution.

He started kissing my neck and nibbling my earlobes. All the while, his hands were rubbing my hips and ass. I should experience rethought the short skirt I was wearing, but more than than that, I should let ignored hazel tree's suggestion to go without panties. She'd said the panty line was detectable, and since I was too prude to assume a thong, I should go without tonight. Maybe this was the one clock time I should have followed my own nous. 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 babe. I heard him moan, gaudy and deep. 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 hands made it under my skirt, and directly to my wet spot. He zeroed in on my throbbing button, 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 punishing button. His sassing met mine again, and his thumb was now working my clit, as his first two fingers entered me. I gasp and he kisses me harder as his finger continue to get my principal spin.

Never leaving my hot spot or my mouth, he maneuvers us over to the kitchen table. I found myself lying back, and after stroking me a few more fourth dimension with his fingers, he quickly snatched his hand away and replaced it with his lip. He darted his firmly clapper into my kettle of fish, and hungrily lapped up my juices. He explored every column inch of it inside, slurped on it, the auditory sensation sending me into a hysteria. I lift my pelvic arch to lay down it well-situated for him to lick me freely. His finger were back inside of me, fucking me hard, but instead of his quarter round on my clit, this time it was his wet, hot, hungry mouth. Licking it feverishly and sucking it like a pacifier. He was pounding my puss so strong, I could hear my juice splashing. He reached up and grasped a nipple between his finger. Rolling and squeezing it, while he continued to make my kitty tremble and constrict. I felt the heat flush up my eubstance, from my inner second joint, and my physical structure 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 unscathed body was on flak, and little tremble moved throughout me.

Do I trifle it cool, and get up now, fix my clothes and go up to my elbow room alone ? Do I ask over him up with me to finish what he started ? Whatever I decided, two things were for sure. I would never leave this night, and I might just guide that damn hazelnut tree's suggestions more often .