After Club SIXXX: Submission Tactics Part One
I couldn't believe it was him as I watched the two of them going at it hot and heavy from the small crack of the office closet. It had been nearly four years since I last saw Wyatt. Last felt his manhood deeply penetrating me. Last felt the warmth of his body upon, the over intoxicating aroma of his manly scent. God how I craved him even now as my fingers slipped between my thighs... More
Gently brushing his hand over the cheek of my face, his lightly colored skin showing the outlines of his dark tan flesh, “Wow… it’s been awhile…,” Wyatt hissed as he fully opened the doors of the cleaning closet, “it was you making all that noise as Asia and I went at it,” he said, before licking his lips. “Just as I remember,” Wyatt said as he paused, gazing sinisterly into my eyes. “You were watching me from a far… you like to watch don’t you? He asked, ever so teasingly. “I remember the last time I caught you watching me from the crack of my bedroom door, your eyes peering at me as I pumped myself to ejaculation all over your senior class photos,” Wyatt grunted deeply.
I could feel a fire upon the cheeks on my face turning a bright red; as I began to feel slightly light headed, allowing the memories form back then flash through my mind, images of his strong, muscular arm pumping away at the rather large full length of his cock. The memory of it all flooding my mind, heating me up fast than I was ready, as I felt myself slipping away. “Don’t… Don’t pass out on me know my pet… my Ciara,” he demanded, only to quickly roll his other hand across the back of my side, slapping the firm bare rounds of my ass with his hand before grasping hold of me, my ass falling gently into the palm of his soft, rough touch.
Gazing into his eyes, I quickly became captivated by his sexual, sensual gaze, arching my neck back before slipping my lips against his thumb, gently kissing it as I wrapped my fingers over Wyatt’s hand, caressing him slowly, allowing the salty taste of his flesh to consume me even more. “I… I won’t Wyatt… at least not just yet,” I gasped in an almost whisper. “Mmm…, do you remember what we did that night… the night you caught me those years ago?” he asked, only to again feel a warmth, a heat long forgotten rolling over me, engulfing my body as I began to hunger his touch.
“Yes… yes, Wyatt… I remember,” I gasped only to hear him scuff at me, his eyes burning with lust and contempt as he slapped the cheek of my bare ass with his other hand, causing it to welt up with a sudden crashing, sensual burn. “What...What was that?” his voice deeper, more sinister as the tips of his nails grazed across the back of my firm, hard ass cheek.