Just a Night Out: Ch. 7: The Stairs
I shiver slightly, and I hand you a towel to tie onto my body. You cannot resist kissing and sucking my nipples just before you close it. I moan, "I have plans, don't worry..." Arm in arm, we leave the rooftop, and I lead you to a stairwell instead of the elevator.
The doors are heavy and old, so if anyone is coming, we will hear. I lead you down one flight of stairs and suddenly stop, pushing you to the wall. "It's time for me to get a little treat," I tell you stroking your cock through the robe. "And I want that treat while you fuck these." I move your hand to grip my breast, and the towel slides off, evealing my naked body. "Is that all right by you, lover?"
You nod in agreement; smiling loving to see that your cum slut is totally out of control. Nothing is on my mind but cum which makes me your perfect little whore. As I reveal my full breast the first thing you notice is how hard and piercing my nipples are. They seem to be harder than ever like they will pop off my beautifully formed mounds. Your hands grip them firmly and squeeze hard, very hard. Then your fingers twist my nipples like a screw top making me scream and moan.
The emotional need flooding my body keeps being accented by my vocal outburst which echoes up the stairwell. You grab me by my hair and kiss me hard as you continue twisting and pulling my tits playing harder and harder, all the time knowing this is exactly what I want.
You position me on the stairs so I am one step lower than you as you reveal your throbbing to me. "Is this what my little slut needs?" You ask as you rub it against my breasts, pushing the head against my aching nipple. Pinching one nipple and rolling your cock on the other, you then rub your shaft across my tits and up my chest. "My little slut needs a cum shower, doesn't she?"