Chapter-74: losing the real V card to George
It was a claiming. His mouth was hungry, demanding, his tongue sweeping past her lips to tangle with hers. The taste of him, whiskey and pure, undiluted man, flooded her senses. Slurp. Schlllp...
Mohini was enjoying the kiss but also comparing that is the kiss of George is like a barrage compared to the gentle but also carefully arranged movements like a gentle massage of martin. They are worlds apart.
Her hands came up, clutching at the sleek fabric of his suit jacket, holding on for dear life as he devoured her. This was a damp, deep, filthy kiss that promised so much more. He broke the kiss as suddenly as he started, both of them breathing heavily.
A string of liquid connected their mouths for a second before snapping. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "The clothes…. Take them off. I want to see how you changed from the previous image I saw about you. I am investing in you as a model so I have to check carefully."
Her fingers, clumsy with need, went to the buttons of her blouse. He didn't help, just watched, his gaze a heavy weight on her every movement. She shrugged the blouse off and let it fall to the pristine floor.
Her simple lace bra seemed absurdly modest now well she put on a bra for this occasion and usually go without one. His eyes locked onto the small, pert mounds it contained, the soft flesh already pebbling under the lace.
"Those tender little fruits are really good. They are perfect for the youthful dress I wanted to launch you as a model for…" he said, stepping close again.
His hands, big and possessive, covered them completely, squeezing, his thumbs circling her cherries that are already erect through the fabric. He is quite rough in doing things and Mohini really liked this new flavor compared to the soft flavor of martin.
A choked whimper escaped her. "Nnngh…!"
"So responsive….So perfect…. They'll fit in my palm just right." He deftly unhooked the bra, tossing it aside. The cold air hit her bare skin, and then his hot mouth was on her, his tongue laving one tight peak while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. Sllrp… Mmmph…
Her head fell back, a moan tearing from her throat. The sensations were electric, dizzying, so much more intense than anything she'd ever felt. He guided her backward, never breaking contact, until the backs of her knees hit the edge of a huge, low sofa.
She sank down onto the buttery soft leather, looking up at him as he loomed over her, stripping off his own jacket and shirt, revealing a torso of hard planes and defined muscle. His belt buckle clinked as he undid it, the sound obscenely loud.
He knelt on the sofa, caging her between his arms, and kissed her again, deeper, wilder. One hand slid down her stomach, over the waistband of her skirt, and cupped her through her underwear.
She usually doesn't wear so many clothes. Most of them are new and she specifically put them out just for the current situation. She wanted to show that she is modest and innocent person. So she put on all these things carefully before coming here.
His fingers traced all the way to her lower mouth through her panties and she was drenching them, a hot, slick mess just for him. "Banging hell, you're damp," he groaned against her mouth, his fingers pressing hard against her clit through the damp fabric.
She bucked up into his hand, a desperate, involuntary motion. Squish. "Is this all for me, you cheating little slut?" he breathed, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Yes! Yes, George, please…" she begged, the words torn from her.
"Please what?" His finger hooked into the side of her panties, starting to drag them down. "Please… touch me. I need… I need to feel you." He ripped the flimsy underwear aside with a sharp tear.
The cool air hit her dampness, and she shuddered. His fingers, now slick with her own arousal, found her bare lower mouth, stroking through her folds. Sschluck... One thick finger slid into her, and her body clenched around it instantly, a tight, virgin grip.
"So banging tight," he hissed, his own control fraying. "This pretty little beauty has never been opened, has it? This is all belongs to me…." He added a second finger, stretching her, a burning, glorious ache.
Schlllp… Glrk... His thumb found her clit, circling it with a ruthless precision that had her writhing. The coil in her belly wound tighter, tighter. She was babbling, nonsense words, his name, pleas. It is not an act but she is feeling real pleasure that she wanted before.
"That's it, come on my fingers, my beautiful little whore. Show me how good I make you feel." The climax crashed over her, a wave of pure, searing pleasure that made her vision whiten.
Her back arched off the couch, a raw, guttural cry ripping from her throat as she convulsed around his thrusting fingers. Squirt. Splurt... He watched her, mesmerized, as the aftershocks wracked her body.
He slowly, slowly pulled his slick fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean with a low, appreciative groan. Slurp. "Perfect. Now for the main event..." He shifted above her, his weight settling between her thighs.
The broad, swollen head of his meat rod pressed against her soaked entrance, a hot, insistent pressure. He was so much bigger than his fingers. "Look at me…" he commanded. Her dazed eyes focused on his.
"This lower mouth belongs to me now. You understand? You're my little secret lover." He pushed. The pain was a bright, sharp flash, a burning stretch that made her gasp.
He stilled, buried deep inside her, his own breath catching. He looked down between their bodies, at the proof of her V card smeared on his meat rod and her thighs. "Hell yeah…" he whispered, a note of awe in his voice. "Your fiancé is a Banging idiot."
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