Brooklyn's Break In #1 | ✔

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"I'm guilty. I'm guilty. I'm guilty. I'm guilty. Asher, I've said it another four times and still no news?" Brooklyn sang, poking at his side. She was having too much fun making fun of him to stop.

They were currently both in bed and she couldn't help but annoy him. He groaned, resting his arms over his closed eyes. "Shut up, Brooklyn," he mumbled, sick and tired of her lack of consideration towards his tiredness.

There was no apparent reason for him to be exhausted. Just before they went down to meet Lisa, he was still all for a couple rounds of late night sex, and she was holding onto him for that. But the moment they came up, he all but fell on the bed and closed his eyes, saying some crap about being tired. He didn't care about her well-being before, who said she had to care about his now.

Her hands went to the waistband of his shorts that he changed into, and quickly she pulled at the rubber before letting go. It snapped at his skin and he opened his eyes in shock, and he saw her standing over him, eyes shining and literally begging to be fucked in only her lingerie.

Brooklyn had took the liberty to strip when he refused to accomplice, she figured he was going to need some motivation for his next move. Lifting one leg over his body, she positioned herself on his stomach and sat down. Not only was this position just right for her to kiss the shit out of him, it was also easy access for her to grind his member.

She placed her palms on his chest to stay upright and started moving her hips sensually, circling around his crotch while keeping eye contact with him to catch his reaction. Sure enough, his eyes were trained on her boobs, rough, worked hands placed on her hips and she had a growing hard on felt by her ass.

One hand left her side to fondle with her breast and with little effort, he freed it from its confines and it spilled for him like water. He took them in his hands and played massage with them, squeezing and pinching and making her feel good.

Suddenly, his hands went to her back and he pushed her body lower, which resulted with her boobs hanging eye-level with him. He looked up at her and gave her a you-asked-for-this look and delved right in to feast on her chest, taking her nipple into his mouth and teasing them until she feels too much.

Arching her back, she felt a familiar pool of arousal forming between her legs. Needing some sort of comfort, she grind against him, leaving a trail of juices on his chiselled body. "Fuck me, Asher," she breathed, craving the size of his dick inside her.

His mouth leaves her chest, making her nipples perk because of the sudden gust of wind that blew. "Not yet, baby," he murmured, "turn around."

"What-"

"Just do it. I want to eat the sweet pussy of yours, make sure it's nice and ready for action," he said, squeezing her ass as an encouragement. "Do you want to taste my cock?"

She nodded in enthusiasm.

"Good. Turn around, baby," mumbled Asher, "turn around and sit on my face so that I can eat that pussy."

Brooklyn was curious of his sudden change in behavior while in bed. Usually he was caring and loving, careful of his actions as to make sure she doesn't get hurt. This change in attitude is not only peculiar, it was also a damn turn on. His commanding aura has Brooklyn more complying than ever.

She sat on his face and bent over so that she could reach his shaft. Almost immediately, a tongue latch out to capture her clit into his mouth, sucking like life depended on it. She couldn't help the breathy moans that escaped in response of his actions. As if on impulse, she moved her hips along with his.

His prick was in front of her face, but with the way he was dominating her core with so much want, she forgotten her job and goes to enjoy how he was fucking her with his mouth.