issues ⇉ central cee.

make up s3x.

nsfw warning btw

Michaela was now sat on the kitchen island above the tumble-dryer in nothing but shorts and a bra, whilst Oakley stood between her spread knees in simply a pair of plaid pyjama shorts. The man's skin was flushed all over in a dusting of rosy pinks and reds, the same colours that now adorned Kayla's cheeks. The kiss they originally shared had progressed very quickly, becoming intense and almost animalistic within minutes. It was truly representative of the sheer level of sexual tension between the pair that had built over the years. They couldn't get enough of each other and now they started it felt as if they could never stop. The girl's hands were roaming his tattooed torso and chest, making extra effort to leave marks where possible. The many love bites that Shanel had left behind were now unidentifiable having faded slightly, and Michaela had made so many more darker, obvious marks. She was claiming her territory, tagging her turf if you will. No one except her was to see this man so vulnerable and bare again. It was an odd feeling, to be so protective over her property and possessive after denying him even a glimpse of the pleasure for so long. Not to mention she was more used to the touch of a woman these days. She faltered in her acts for a second as she wondered whether this would do as much for her now after all this time without actual intercourse with a man. Oakley's groping hands quickly fell limp, fearing he had taken a step too far and upset the girl in front of him.

"Darlin'..."

The same limp hands that were previously working on fondling her chest were now caressing her face ever so delicately as if she might break if his touch was too rough. But the moment of preciousness was soon interrupted by the lust again as Michaela shushed him with her index to his lips before taking his hands and guiding them back into place: her tits. The cheeky grin returned to Oakley's face as he resumed his groping, then letting his hands travel down slowly, gripping at any stretch of skin he could. Their lips met in the middle again with a dual of tongues and smash of teeth in between; light reflected in the saliva that covered both of their chins and lips brightly as the kiss got progressively messier. This is how he loved it: messy and borderline disgusting with slobber 'n spit everywhere and lewd noises spilling from the between. Before his hands could drop any further Oakley reached back up and removed her bra, flinging it across the room into a spot he'd have to look hard for later. Michaela was stunned, what with how quickly he managed to do it and all. She gasped earning a tough bite and a tug to her bottom lip.

"Can I take ya shorts off 'n 'all love?"

Michaela nodded and went back to sucking on his tongue and feeling along his ribs, deciding she'd best take it below the waist soon. He seemed impatient and eager to get on with the main event sooner than she thought. The girl quickly lifted herself off of the counter again so the shorts could be pulled down and thrown in the same direction as her bra revealing the most gorgeous, black, laced thong with a bow on the back and the Chanel logo in gold. God, he could just eat it.