Mr. Pete and Isis Taylor Get It On
Title: “Mr. Pete and Isis Taylor Get Nasty Together”
Mr. Pete, the rugged, tattooed hunk, lounges back on the plush sofa, eyes closed as he savors the moment. He has been anxiously waiting for this very special guest to arrive, a stunning beauty who knows how to work her magic with those luscious lips of hers. And boy does she exceed his wildest fantasies!
Isis Taylor, his seductive visitor, glides into the room, her curvaceous figure barely concealed by a slinky red dress that clings to every dip and swell of her tantalizing body. Her flowing mane of raven hair cascades over creamy shoulders, framing a face that’s a perfect blend of angelic and sinful. The sultry sway of her hips as she approaches Mr. Pete is enough to make any red-blooded male’s heart race and his pants grow tighter.
“You’ve been expecting me, I see,” Isis purrs in her smoky, bedroom voice, a wicked glint in her emerald eyes as she drinks in the sight of Mr. Pete sprawled out, already half undone for her. Her ruby lips curl into an enticing smirk. “Shall we get down to business, pet?”
This is no sweet-talking seduction though – Isis is a potent mix of playful tease and dominant vixen. In one swift, graceful motion, she straddles Mr. Pete’s lap, grinding her barely-concealed mound against the thick bulge rapidly tenting his jeans. He groans at the tantalizing friction, hips bucking up to meet hers. Strong hands grip her generous backside, fingers digging into the pliant flesh as he holds her in place.
“Mmm, impatient aren’t we?” Isis taunts, nipping at his jawline. “Don’t worry, lover. I’ll give you what you’re craving…” Her deft fingers make quick work of his belt and fly, dragging the zipper down. Mr. Pete’s member springs free, thick and heavy, the broad crown already glistening with arousal.
Isis takes it in hand, stroking the steely shaft with a languid caress that has him throbbing and aching for more. Leaning down, she allows her breasts to spill free from her dress, heavy globes swaying enticingly as she takes the place to lavish attention on his cock. Her tongue traces the venous ridges before dipping into the dripping slit to lave at the salty essence leaking from him.
Head bobbing up and down, Isis takes him deeper each time, savoring the earthy musk of his skin. She revels in the way he pulses and flexes against her tongue, safe in the knowledge of the mind-blowing pleasure she’s bringing him. The sheer size of him stretching her lips only fuels her passion, arousal pooling between her shapely thighs.
Mr. Pete tangles a hand in Isis’ silky locks, guiding her pace as she works his throbbing member over, torturously slow. Obscene slurping and sucking noises fill the air, punctuated by his harsh groan of pleasure. Isis’ skilled ministrations are nothing short of sublime, the heat of her mouth and delicate caresses sending him reeling.
Observing her lover’s acute agonized bliss, Isis feels her own body answering in a rush of need. Slipping a hand beneath the hem of her tiny dress, she parts the swollen folds of her sex, plump flesh slick with creamy arousal. Matching strokes of her fingers to the slick, gliding glide of her pretty mouth, she pleasures herself in time with the rhythmic bob of her head.
Lost in the throes of pleasure, breath quickening, Isis takes Mr. Pete ever deeper, his bulbous tip brushing the tight confines of her throat. Saliva dribbles from the corners of her mouth, glistening trails of it painting cheeks flushed with arousal. Gnarling his fingers cruelly in her hair, Mr. Pete slams her down on his rigid pole, reveling in the way her neck bulges around his girth.
Tears prick the corners of Isis’ eyes from the force of his thrusts but the sting only serves to increase her pleasure. Unconcerned with her own comfort, she loses herself to the act of worshipping his cock, tongue lashing over the pulsing bundle of nerves of his frenulum as she sucks hard, cheeks hollowing out in a cruel vacuum.
Throat muscles ripple and contract around the broad head but there’s no mistaking the way his musky essence grows staler on her tongue, the flex and shudder of his erection telling the tale of his building climax. He’s so close! Isis takes him to the hilt with a muffled moan, swallowing thickly around his throbbing length. The heady taste of his impending orgasm bathes her tastebuds, the acrid taint of masculine arousal and impending plethora.
“Fuck!” Mr. Pete bellows, every muscle chorded and straining like a rock statue. Isis precum squirts suffuse her mouth, the bittersweet satisfaction of a job well done overwhelming her as he explodes down her gullet in a torrent of heat. She drinks him down with greedy gulps, face flushed, eyes fluttering closed in blissful submission to his virile power.
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