Thirty-One Days A Bitch: The Strip Show - Sex Stories

Thirty-One Days A Bitch: The Strip Show

... while, he glances and stares straight there at Daisy, clothed in nothing but a white Spartan shirt that embraces and cuddles to his skin and chest tightly and snugly. Yummy! He is whence powerful-built and mouthwatering-formed at the same time. Just this sighting alone makes Daisy’s vagina tingle and tickle with grand and excruciating sexual pain and twinge. She is getting soaked and moist down there already, even without him placing or stroking or sticking his finger down there. She swallows and swigs down hard at imagining just this. Preston’s dance and swinging changes when the jingle of music fluctuates; its beat and throb hastens and gees up. A thundering, blaring-like thud and thump surfaces and materializes in, shaking and rocking Preston up, jiggling and vibrating the entire room itself. While the beat is this accelerated and mercurial, Preston’s dance becomes tortoise-like and sluggardly. With one easy and deliberate grip and cradle of the extremity or pinnacle of his shirt, he hauls and wrests his hands apart so that his shirt’s buttons are all displaced and ripped apart, scattering and strewing their way helplessly in the threadlike, dense air. One by one, they tick and clack onto the floor, clanging callously like the tumultuous piece of music, chiming and tolling what’s more. With his head straightening and getting high up into the air, Preston tugs and pulls the shirt off him. Absolutely appetizing! His denuded and unclad hairy chest is tremendously tasty and ...

... thrilling to stare at. Its delectable view makes Daisy’s nipples stiffen and surge in downright sexual arousal at the same time. Lush, gauzy fluid or juice drips and begins to seep out of her vagina, down to her sex-prepared and fuck in-readiness legs. She pants and gasps out seriously and feelingly. Even the air running and sweeping direct into her nostrils is favorably sweetened and honeyed too. Oh gosh! “I am going to fuck you hard tonight, my sweet nasty beautiful bitch, Daisy,” Preston murmurs and purrs out in a soft, low, and sotto-sounding voice. Daisy’s body hisses and rustles with libido and sexual desire of him at just overhearing and listening to this. At a snail’s pace, in his own good time and ploddingly, Preston hauls and drags his pants down so she can sight and note the brand and tainted style of underwear he is wearing. Even his underwear and manly undies are pitch-black too! Goodness! His macho swell and bulge bag is filled and loaded to the last full. Daisy cannot trust or credit her very own eyes. He is charming and lovely and handsome in his well-nigh nakedness. The show is not over yet. Now he is about to take off and pull away his dark, dusky-like underwear so that she can eye and discern his glorious, gorgeous king and prince in all his monarchial and royal praise and prestige. His Majesty—Preston Dick Junior! With a mischievous and wicked-alike and Machiavellian smile, Daisy Bitch twinkles and smirks back at Preston, hauling and towing her legs apart ...