Page 212 of Yearn
Every detail considered.
Every comfort provided.
Because Teyonah deserved nothing less than perfection.
And I had all the means to give it to her.
Any changes or additions she desired, I would say yes immediately without any need of further explanation.
The door closed behind me with a soft seal of finality.
The outside world disappeared.
Inside our hidden sex room, I saw her.
Teyonah sat in the sex swing.
Mmmm.
The sight stole the air from my lungs.
The black lace hugged her body like a second skin, barely concealing any of her curves. The delicious pattern of the fabric delighted the eye, leaving little to the imagination.
The bralette accentuated her full breasts, while the open slits revealed her nipples in all their glory.
And the matching panties had an alluring slit that left her pussy more exposed than covered.
Fuck yes. All mine.
My gaze traced the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, the hard nipples begging for my touch.
Thoughts of what I yearned to do to her flowed through my mind like a torrent.
My hands exploring every inch of her.
My pierced tongue tasting her lush pussy and toying with her clit.
My cock soon buried deep inside.
Hot throbbing began at my core, radiating outwards, insistent and demanding. The sudden surge of raw, animalistic desire triggered an unbidden physiological response.
A bead of pre-cum started to form at the tip of my cock.
The sensation was so apparent, so undeniable, it felt as though I held my throbbing cock in the palm of my hand.
The glistening droplet emerged from the tip slowly, growing until gravity pulled it down the length of my erection. It left a trail of wet heat in its wake that tingled long after the bead was gone.
It was a mere taste of what I craved, my body reacting to hers, preparing itself for the promised pleasure.
“Bad Mommy.” I kicked off my shoes.
Teyonah chuckled.
Threading my fingers through my belt loops, I began to unfasten my pants. Each unbuckling sound amplified the tension between us, the lusty anticipation undulating in the air.
My pants fell, and I stepped out of them.
I shivered with desire because the way she sat in that sex swing destroyed me.
