When Laura's ballet career is put on hold for a small inconvenience, she goes to the neighborhood junkie for a quick fix. When she lands herself in more trouble with family ties, she makes a deal with the devil.
As the night pulls full circle for Ja...
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Again, again, and again.
Sex, sex, and more sex.
Laura and I have indulged in our vices twice this morning when we woke up. Tommy had only supplied me with one condom, but since Cora had left some on the draw in the desk, she supplied the others.
We lay here wrapped together under the covers on her bed. Laura is still out of breath from our recent exposure a few minutes ago. Her center is definitely sore and bruised from the constant rounds, not to mention the tight cunt that she has... Last night was a fever dream.
She lays her body across mine with my arm supporting her head. The caramel skin glistens under the light coat of sweat covering her body, her chest and my chest rise and falls together.
Her low bun has come out to a frizzy mess of waves down her back, the hair I have been running my fingers through every chance that I get. The soft waves glides through my fingers over and over until she shivers from delight. I rub my hands over her back to massage the muscles.
"That was so good." Her hoarse voice speaks up, "I know that I won't be able to walk properly for a couple of days." She laughs, "not boost your ego or anything."
I laugh with her, "I'm sorry. You should have told me, I told you to if it hurts." She lifts her head to reach my eyes and Laura gives me a goofy smile, "I want you to hurt me like that, it feels good." Her head props back down on my chest and I sigh.
Women. I don't get the point in that. Pain, hurting until the point where you can't function? It doesn't sound pleasurable enough to follow through with it. I don't want to hurt her, the point of this is pleasure not pain.
Her dainty fingers curl around my side and she kisses my chest. She raises her head and begins to kiss all over my chest leaving littered marks from the pressure. It won't leave hickeys like I did to her last night on her stomach, but they will be there for a couple of hours.
"You're asking for it, Isa." I warn her, "keep going and you won't be able to watch me thrust inside of you this time."
She bites down harder when she reaches the pelvis. "Damn," I hiss. Her fragile hands wrap around my dick and begin to pump up and down. Her big caramel eyes watch me clench my stomach and abs. "You still want to punish me?" Fuck.
Her mouth opens and lips roll in to kiss the tip of my dick. She slowly wraps her lips around me and drags her hands up and down my shaft. "Jesus," it's almost too good it hurts.
Is that what she meant? It is so good that it hurts and it pushes you for more?
Laura descends her head down and bobs. Her luscious lips rolled up and down... up and down. She slurps the saliva that dribbles down as she reaches to tip again. Swirling her tongue around, she starts over again.
