Thirty-One Days A Bitch Chapter 2: The Masturbator - Sex Stories

Thirty-One Days A Bitch Chapter 2: The Masturbator

... your new home? Is she any better than I myself am?” “Go out, you miserable bitch. She fucks me a lot more harder than you did.” “Oh—really? Then why are you masturbating here? You should have by now quitted for home so you can fuck and spank her up as you feel like, or isn’t it so?” “Mind the way you talk to me, Chloe. I am your boss, remember?” “Fine then! I will be going out. I just wanted to hand over this to you.” She launches some files of paper work straight on his table and then smoothly adds on, “Keep this to your mind: I will not rest a bit until you fall back into my bed and loving arms. No, I won’t.” At this, she wheels around gracefully and tramps away like she is a famous model or something that class. Fuck her to hell, Preston thinks. Daisy can almost feel the rain out there as it cuffs and batters and thumps on the roof of her house. It is bleak and freezing even. She nearly congeals and hardens up into concrete, unshakable ice where she is standing right now. Preston is standing here with her, grasping and clinging her waist to himself with his convulsing but stout hands. Honestly speaking, she doesn’t exactly know why he wants them to do this. But she believes and figures out that it is a magnificent and outstanding idea on the other hand. Making love in the brutal and untamed rain? This will be absolutely their very first time to ever do such kind of a thing. He looks down at her leisurely and gently, and then inches and drags his lips so close to hers ...

... such that cannot painlessly breathe or sigh out as she feels like doing. “Are you sure about this, honey?” She asks him in an unruffled but rickety voice. She is in some way afraid and terrified. What if she ends up catching a cold out there? And all that dirt and mud that they will have to crawling and wriggling themselves in? This surely does appall and sicken her in some kind of way. “Don’t be scared, sweetheart. You will love and enjoy this. I promise you.” Daisy gives in to him, and he hastily pecks and brushes his lips on hers delicately and smoothly for one nippy, straightforward moment. Then she watches him amble away from her to open the door and in due course walk out. Once he is standing out there in the plummeting rain, with the showers quickly splashing and hammering down on him so as to straight away make him immeasurably drenched and soaked to the very skin, he turns back towards her and calmly and peacefully stretches out his hand for her to get in touch with and dependably seize hold of it—what’s more. She then marches after him silently and quietly without any furthered opposition to surrender her hand into his. It is much colder and unpleasantly icy here. Being with Preston makes her feel a bit safer and sound too. She quivers and wobbles as the rain flogs and whacks down on her, soaking and drenching her helplessly from head to toe, from left to right. Preston goes on to place his hands on her waist this time again, and while he glances and looks straightly ...