and nicked her beaded flesh.
Below, Niklas grazed his teeth against the crotch of her thong and snagged a pussy ring, which gave her a sting of fleeting, insignificant pain. She bucked, stretched, struggled, and cursed—all to no avail. Apparently, causing her to suffer from delayed pleasure was the only pain her attendants were willing to provide.
Yoyin maneuvered into the warmth of Sebastian’s strong embrace and whimpered like a child. He kissed her pouting lips until they parted in surrender.
Niklas rolled his tongue against her puckered pussy lips and then pulled off her thong. He held the satiny fabric close to his face and inhaled the fragrance. The strong, musky scent of hot pussy wafted in the air, filling the limousine with the aroma of sex. When the smell reached the driver’s nostrils, his manhood stiffened. Intoxicated by Yoyin’s womanly scent, he swerved and careened out of his lane as if a drunken-driver had suddenly taken control of the wheel.
Yoyin sprang up. “What the hell is going on?” she shouted at the driver.
“He can smell your pussy. It’s driving him wild,” Sebastian whispered in her ear, his words sending her into a heated frenzy.
Through the rearview mirror, she could see desire burning in the driver’s eyes. Despite her elevated level of arousal she snapped at the limo driver, “Why are you gawking at me? Keep your eyes on the road where they belong, you disgusting voyeur!”
“Yes, ma’am.” Mopping perspiration from his brow, the driver concentrated and kept his gaze focused straight ahead.
Sebastian pulled her against his broad chest, molding her body to his. She glimpsed Niklas lowering his pants and unsheathing his hard male sword.
With lust-filled eyes, she watched as Niklas crouched between her divide and used four fingers to scrape the cream from her dewy core. He used her moisture to lubricate his weapon, polishing it to a brilliant shine. His ivory-colored machinery was long and beautifully shaped—crafted to perfection. From the smooth, sloping head of his penis and down to his full and plump testicles and taut scrotum, his total male package was an alluring sight.
Niklas wrapped his hand around his stiffened length; he let outa low moan as he aligned the ultra-sensitive tip against Yoyin’s heated opening. He rubbed it slowly and circularly until her overheated pussy responded with popping and sizzling sounds. She moaned and raised her hips, thrusting forward as she tried to capture more of his cock. Leaning forward, she clutched his shoulders and pulled his mouth to her nipples that were held in offering by Sebastian’s large dark hands.
With Niklas’ cock imprisoned between her thighs, Yoyin threw her long copper-colored legs around his waist, forcing his magnificent weaponry inside. It slid past her pierced petals and burrowed deep inside the core of hungry, hot pussy. Undulating, her breath came out in short gasps.
“Fuck me like a man; I need it hard and fast,” she challenged, knowing that her legs, tightly wound around his waist, prevented him from increasing his pace. “You fuck like a prissy little girl,” she taunted. “Stop acting prim and girlish, fuck my pussy until it’s raw.” She intertwined her fingers in Niklas’ long hair, yanking it insultingly.
“You’re overwrought. Calm down,” Sebastian whispered in her ear, guiding her nipple back inside Niklas’ mouth. “Relax and let Niklas satisfy your hunger.”
“He can’t satisfy me; change places with him,” she demanded. “I want a hard, driving fuck,” she growled.
Without warning, Niklas drove inside her with vigorous thrusts, using speed and force, and sending bolts of heat rushing through her system. Snarling and panting like a vicious animal, he bit one peaked nipple and then the other. “Am I man enough for you?” His pleasant features twisted into a surly mask of anger. “Answer me,” Niklas demanded. “Am I man enough for you?”
“Yes!” she cried out
Thomas Christopher Greene