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Sleight of Hand

... She could feel him grab the hem of her skirt, lift it up, and pause. He just stood there, unmoving, for a beat before saying, “Well, that explains it.” “Explains what?” she asked. “How you cheated me,” he stated matter-of-factly. Instinctively, she tried to turn and face him but it was a lost cause. The stocks were doing an excellent job of holding her firmly in place. “Woah, woah, woah, I didn’t cheat anyone,” she argued, fully aware that he hadn’t put down her skirt and was still staring at her naked pussy. “If I had suspected that you weren’t wearing panties,” he said, placing a hand on her ass cheek, “I never would have taken your wager.” He gave her a firm squeeze and began to massage the muscle and skin in a way that made her close her eyes in order to better savor the sensation. Her legs squirmed, trying to move away but their range of freedom was severely limited. She tried to pull her hands through the holes but she was hopelessly restrained. “I could have sworn you were wearing black panties earlier,” he said, “But this is a welcome sight as well.” Hiking the skirt up over her back, Jenna felt herself instinctively spread her legs. Her pussy was aching for attention again with a yearning that couldn’t possibly have been more inviting. His free hand traced a finger around her womanhood and made her shudder. “Do you have any idea how attractive you are?” he asked. “No,” she replied. In her mind Jenna was losing control. A part of her wanted him to stop but an even ...

... larger part prayed that he wouldn’t. She wanted more than anything to be fucked by him but couldn’t find the words to say it. Instead she was overwhelmed with the sensation of this man’s gaze upon her most personal and private of areas. The groping of her ass ceased and was replaced by the sound of a zipper being undone. Shortly thereafter was the jingle of pants and a belt falling to ankles and the deep cantor of Tristan’s voice. “You,” he spoke deliberately, “are so sexy like this.” Jenna could feel his hands on her hips, steadying her body, as he lined up his cock with her pussy. She arched her back to accommodate him and could feel the tip of his head against her wet and sensitive folds. He took a brief moment and traced up and down in between her lips in a slow and teasing manner that made her flex against the restraints with lustful frustration. Not only was she completely helpless to resist but was powerless to make him give her what he body was insatiably craving. Being as it was the only thing she could do, she let out a quiet, begging whimper, “Just take me. Just take me, please. Please, I need you to take me.” Without an audible response, Tristan thrust forward and buried the whole mass of his thick member into her aching pussy. She breathlessly gasped a short string of obscenities, sustaining the last syllable once she felt his balls press firmly against her pelvis. “I love the way you talk when you’re horny,” he said, slowly starting to work his cock in and out of ...