Our Game, Our Love 7 - Sex Stories

Our Game, Our Love 7

... room. She was sprawled out on the bed in red panties and a matching bra. Devon was pretty tired himself and sat in the spinny desk chair. “Coamovdrueresbyl” Kaylen mumbled. “What?” Devon chuckled. Kaylen sat up and looked at him. “Come here, baby.” “Oh.” Devon took his shirt off and laid next to Kaylen’s small frame. She cuddled up to his side as he adjusted the comforter on them. Devon put his arm around Kaylen’s waist and dozed off. ------------ Kaylen moved her hand, feeling mattress instead of Devon’s chest. She sat up and saw the bathroom light on, he was taking a shower. Once Kaylen laid back onto the pillows, Devon walked out in his towel. “Did I wake you?” “No.” Kaylen replied. Devon nodded and went into the closet. He came back in sweatpants and a black tee shirt. Kaylen crawled off of the bed, coming over to Devon. Kaylen put her hands around his neck and gave him a soft kiss. “Mmm.” He moaned. “Hah. What, did you miss me?” Kaylen laughed. “So much. Three days is a long time babe…..” “I know. I thought about pleasuring myself for a second… Then you came over.” Kaylen whispered. “Did you get my text?” Kaylen’s eyes shot open. “Shit. Uh….. Well no. At practice, someone took our phones. Damn, I forgot to look. Come here.” She walked over to the desk and made Devon sit down. Kaylen got in his lap then opened her laptop. “Do you know of anyone who was in the locker rooms?” Devon asked. “Yeah. The entire ballet group. Which is about…. 20 kids.” Devon watched Kaylen’s ...

... teal nails fly across the keyboard, coming to a map with a red dot in the center. “Son of a-” “Joey’s house?” Devon interrupted. “That turd nugget. I might as well lock my phone.” Kaylen typed in a passcode, which locked her phone until she found it, and checked her email. There were three new messages: Alyse Martyn: Joey. Izabelle Doak: The hoe. Nicole E’illo: Who cracks her skull first? Kaylen replied and checked her clock; 8:21. “Ugh….. I’m gonna be the first to kill her.” Kaylen groaned. Devon softly rubbed her back, making her relax a bit. “Mmm..” Kaylen moaned. “Lower.” He smiled as he ran his hand to the small of her back, lightly touching her dimples. “Lower….” Kaylen whispered. Devon slid his hand down to Kaylen’s lace panties and pulled them down a little. “Mmm…..” Kaylen moaned. Devon ignored Kaylen’s soaked pussy lips, trying his best to avoid touching her there. Kaylen reached back and stroked Devon’s hardening cock. “Fuck….. God baby… I want you.” Kaylen whispered. She turned her body and caressed his hair. “Devon……. I want you.” Devon roughly kissed her, feeling her hunger. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and played with his own. Kaylen gently bit his lower lip, making him laugh. Kaylen liked when Devon controlled her during sex, and she was having one of those days. “Shit… Baby…. Tell me… what… to do.” Kaylen said in between kisses. “Stop.” Kaylen broke the kiss, looking at Devon’s light brown eyes. “Unhook your bra.” Devon said. Kaylen pushed her hair to ...