He sprawled his naked body out on the bed as he trailed his finger along the screen. Texts from last night. He smiled at the last one received.
Guess you fell asleep. Can't wait for tomorrow! Night belle
Yes, she was busy last night, alright. The night table was scattered with empty liquor bottles and white powder residue. The bed had been stripped of its coverings.
"Hey Justin....can you find my shirt out theeere...?!" Before he could answer, the phone buzzed with another message.
Wakey wakey! Still on for this morning?
His smile widened to a grin as he punched his index finger on the keypad,
Yep!
He lifted his head, calling towards the bathroom. "I can't find it, babe...I think it's lost!!"
The door opened and her short, barefoot body emerged wearing a pair of his striped boxers and a black lacy bra. Her damp slightly curled brown hair flowed down her shoulders. After their night, the whites of her eyes, like his, weren't exactly white anymore. "Really? You couldn't find it? Not even my skirt?"
"I looked, Rachel. They seemed to have disappeared!"
She placed her hands on her rounded hips. "Disappeared?"
The phone vibrated beside him.
Great! I'm almost there.
He briefly glanced at it, before returning to her face. "Yep!"
Rachel dropped her hands. "Really...
that's
the story you're going with?"
"Yep!"
"Really, I need my top now, Justin...I'm meeting him for brunch."
"He can wait.
Youuuu
get back to bed. We're not done."
Her lip curled to a playful grin. "You're not going to let me go, are you?" She approached, stopping before him. This time she had one hand on her hip. He had sat up, as if to challenge her to counter his little games. He bounced his cock, as hard as it was. "Do you really WANT to go?" he asked, flashing a sly smile. His fingers ran across the waistband of her, or rather,
his
boxer shorts.
"Welll..." she bit her lip. "Not reallly...." He snapped it against her, causing her to flinch. "Ooo!" With one hand he yanked at them, tugging them down and awkwardly jerking her legs. She stepped out of them before sexily twirling them on her finger and launching them at him. Grinning, with another swoop, he pulled her body toward him. Rachel climbed on top of his lap, her legs kneeling on either side of him.
Justin stuck out his tongue and allowed her to suck it until their mouths met. Their tongues danced with each other as their hands kept busy on the other's form. He reached behind her, unhooked her bra and - in a moment that undoubtedly echoed the events of last night - discarded it on the hardwood floor below them. Justin trailed his kisses from her lips, to her mouth, to her neck, and then down to her perky tits.
Rachel pushed him down. As he lay sprawled below her, the phone vibrated again, but they paid no mind to it. Instead she arched her back, throwing her hair behind her.
He shook his head in satisfaction, desire, anticipation. "Fuck you're sexy..."
Rachel gripped his veiny member. The contrast of its girth and her tiny palm was always a treat to both of them. She tapped it against her inner thigh, looking down at him to gauge his reaction. Biting her lip again, she then traced it along her anxious pussy lips. With a sigh emitting from her mouth, it went in.
"Mmmm, fuck yeah," she moaned as began rocking. Justin's hands ran along the sides of her body before settling on her hips. He could look up and see the full visual of her breathtaking body. Her taut stomach was fitted with a shiny stud, her perky C cup tits with their pointed nipples bounced along with her movement, and her gorgeous face with her hazel eyes and damp mane wore a look of lust.
