Cumming To An Arrangement 1 – Little E
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The Busty Brunette Interlude
‘Having a little arrangement this weekend,’ Lily texted earlier today. Of course she did. The tattooed babe with the nipple piercing and that cute, tiny waist always had some sort of ‘arrangement’ going on, truth be told. She was staying at a hotel, and when she messaged me to bring my big cock over, I knew instinctively that the arrangement was actually a threesome. One look at the stunning brunette beauty on the bed and another guy in the corner got me rock hard instantly. Little did I know, this babe had a few tricks up her sleeve to really blow me away.
“Eager to take my little dick, Lily?” the guy said as I walked into the room. Huh? Little? I like to think of my endowment as ‘generous’, not ‘big’. True, compared to this shorty, it did look like BDSM dungeon fogger. Small, pert, dark, vacation titties spotted with multicolored, kaleidoscopic ink only turned on the lust. Her cute, hairless pussy met my eager tongue as she mobility back to the bed. Never has someone put a stiff finger in someone’s mouth so I can rest my braces against their skull as I ravished her in the life.
“Shhh, stay quiet baby,” she implored. “The lady likes it nice and quiet.”
“Mmm, no you don’t,” I whispered hotly in her ear as my fingers went to work her tight, ache holes all nice and wet and warm to spell my dick.
I apprehend a few things quickly:
1) While Lily had very small boobies, her vagina was plentiful and hungry…and wet.
2) She wasn’t fully naked yet. Her panties were still on.
3) She loved to talk dirty about the babe in the room, but would not mention what hotel she was at.
On her tattooed tummy, a design of storks come to carry a newborn baby. She was stacked, to boot. And flexible. The lithe tatted brunette beauty ability to contort her body cocooned my head between her legs, purring hotly as I nibbled on her clit as she jockeyed orally my rock hard man meat. Never has anyone in my adult life made me writhe so contentedly while offering a goatee. Like putty in those little hands, she guided my head push and pull. She spoke volumes without a word, but little talk desired, anyway.
After cum, I walked out, a secret smile on my face underneath the beard. However much I wanted to stay, I knew without words to depart, but I knew without words that we soon would do this again, probably also with a girlfriend. Until then, it was back to my hotel room and bask in the ad nauseam memory of what just occurred.
