Movie Date!
As much as you love you boyfriend he is such a goddamn cunt tease. With his big muscles, always clear creamy green skin and gravelly voice. Especially today when tonight he knew that the two of you were going out for a movie date. Cause you are off this evening and he didn’t have the morning shift tomorrow. So when you finally woke up there was a lovely picture of him beating one off. Caption saying thinking of you.
And that set the mood for your whole day. Still leaving you hot and bothered even after rubbing one out. He purposely does this shit because he knows you’ll become a needy whore later. To get even you wore his favorite shirt. A red halter top that barely covers your breasts. You’re determined to get some action tonight if that’s the last thing you do.
During the movie he keeps one hand perched on your thigh. You know that he’s not really paying attention to the movie because his thumb starts caressing you. Before long his hand is slowly sliding up to your hip.
“What are you doing?” Questioning him you have a vague idea that he is trying to rile you up. Quickly looking around you only see two other couples. Both are in the make out sections.
“Nothing.” He smirks giving you a wink. His hand finds it way to your lower stomach. Feather like touches, he up snaps your pants. Bad thinking on your part to wear jeans that have snaps. Or was it?
Grasping his wrist you hold him tightly. “Durga are you sure you know what you are getting into?”
“Punishment for that top or brownie points?” Chuckling he can’t decide.
Loosening grip you slide one hand up his forearm and the other to grip the arm rest as his hand plunges further down into your panties. Gasping silently a finger ghosts over your nub to spread your lips open, he’s surprised at how wet you already are. Just a heated stare from him could get you wet.
A thick finger plunges in, immediately making you clamp your legs shut. Soft shushes and coos from him, encouraging you to relax help. Embarrassed and turned on you want more of this so called punishment. You scoot down in the seat and spread your legs wider, giving him more room to work with.
Pumping in and out at a torturously slow pace you need more. The man hasn’t even touched your clit yet. Breathing heavily you give his arm a squeeze. The desire and need is building.
“More…” You whimper.
Pleased with his work of riling you up. He increases his speed only just a little and starts stroking your clit in time with his finger. Now it’s just unbearable, you need release now. Writhing against him you are biting your tongue to hold back the sounds and your legs are restless, turning into jello.
“Durga!….. Please!”
He adds another finger and maliciously applies pressure in his strokes. Bucking, it’s not long until you’re grasping his arm with both hands, squeezing your legs together as you silently shudder. Clamping down on hi fingers as he continues to pump inside of you, wanting to extend your organism long as possible.
The pleasure subsiding he pulls his fingers out to lick them clean. “Delicious.”
The mother fucking cunt tease. He did it again. If the blush setting on your cheeks is any indication, he just got you hot and bothered again.
He’s big enough to block people’s view. Might as well return the favor.