Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I gasp because I have two God-like men standing before me in my tiny living room. They’re ready for pure, heart-pounding pleasure, and the truth is that I’m ready for it too. I want to be with them, and with a sinuous movement, I stand at my chair and whip my sweater off over my head. My breasts come bouncing out, heavy and full, practically breaking the small lace cups.
“We like it,” rasps Raider, his eyes never leaving my bosom.
“Your nips are dark,” growls Ryan, staring at the same thing. I gasp because the bra that I have on is nothing but demi-cups, and they’re no match for my huge Double Ds. Not only that but the lace is very sheer and you can literally see the outline of my nips beneath the fabric.
Normally, I’d be really shy and awkward, but tonight, something’s taken a hold of me. I may never see these men after tonight, and so a devilish smile creeps over my lips as my hands trail upwards to cup my assets.
“You like?” I coo. “These are just for you.”
With that, I unsnap the fastener in the back, and the tiny bit of lingerie drops to the floor. Then I cup my breasts in my hands again, as if they’re huge mounds of cream for my daddies. But I can do better than that. Copying what I saw in a video once, I lift one of my nips to my lips for a sweet suckle, before lifting the other one and lapping at the tip like a cat in heat.
“Mmm, this tastes so good,” I moan, licking at the tip over and over again. “Feels amazing.”
Both men’s hard poles jerk then, and Ryan’s literally spurts a bit onto the carpet.
“Shit, sweetheart, you’re so dirty,” he moans throatily, his eyes fixed on the dirty sight.
“We had no idea you’d be like this,” adds Raider in a growl, a harsh flush descending on his cheekbones.
But we’re not even at the main course yet. Twirling around, I wiggle my behind at them, the curves round and enormous. Pretending I’m a go-go dancer, I slowly slip the zipper of my skirt down while looking at them teasingly over one shoulder. The woolen fabric slides down my hips revealing a tiny pink thong bisecting my enormous cheeks. In fact, I wouldn’t even say “bisect” is right because the silken fabric literally disappears between those two huge mountains. The aroma of female need is heavy in the air, and both men sniff appreciatively.
“Fuck, baby girl,” growls Raider. “You’re so dirty.”
“But gorgeous,” breathes Ryan, his blue eyes fixed to the crotch of my panties. “Let us see, sweet girl.”
Instinctively, I know what they want and with a giggle, I lean over while spreading my legs in a vee. My hands slip sensuously down my thighs until I’m bent over with my bottom facing their way. My breasts dangle to the floor, and with a shimmy, I make them swing ponderously.
“You like, Daddies?” I coo again. “This is all yours.”
Both men let out choked sounds even as their hands slip and slide up their rods with wet sucking noises.
“We love it,” they intone. “Now show us the good stuff.”
I giggle again and then with slow fingers, reach in back of myself to pluck that pink thong out of my bottom. I pull the material to the side and hook it over one cheek so that my sweetest spot is revealed. The slit is swollen and pink, practically wafting moisture and need.
“Is this what you want?” I sing in a musical voice. “Because it’s all yours.”
But the men merely stare at me for a moment, their eyes fixed to this naughty sight. Then they astound me.
“Pull yourself open,” Ryan commands in a harsh rasp. “We want to see what you have to offer.”
“Show us those insides,” adds Raider in a choked voice. “Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful.”
I gasp because holy cow, this is so naughty. They want to see the insides of me? The parts that are going to hug their huge, pulsing poles? Evidently, it’s true, and with both hands, I reach back and place a palm on each cheek. Then I pull the white mounds up and away, baring my slit to them in a dirty tableaux.
“Is this what you want?” I mewl. “Like this?”
The men nod, their blue eyes flaring, but then Raider turns to Ryan.
“Help her,” he commands.
Immediately, Ryan comes over to me and strokes slowly through my folds. Hot jolts of energy pulse through my sweetest spot and I let out a cry of pleasure, my lids dropping closed.
“Oh!” I squeal. “Unnnh, that feels good.”
But that’s not all Raider and Ryan want. With trembling fingers, Ryan reaches over and gently holds my folds open for both of them to see. I know what I must look like: dripping, hot pink, and gleaming with need for them.