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The Facesitting Bar (Part 4)
Date: 12/6/2023, Categories: Facesitting, Author: AndreaJordan
... as the curvy woman returned. “What a fun coincidence… teacher and student.” Emma blushed, squirming within the chains that she knew she couldn’t escape. She tried to reply but lost her concentration as Jake kissed her again. She orgasmed, delirious and dizzy, as she edged forward as far as the chains would allow to trap Jake’s wayward lips deeply between her naked cheeks. “Get your tongue out of there,” Emma gasped like a drunk teenager. With Jake’s devotions thankfully quelled, she strained to reach her drink, only for the chains to hold her prisoner. “Allow me,” the curvy woman whispered, sliding the Champagne flute within her reach. “Thank you.” “Would you also like the keys?” the curvy woman asked. Miss Fallon shook her head as her red lips sipped the fizz. Jake was back in detention. * Jake had enjoyed his session with his teacher, but her ravenous body combined with the chains had made for a hot and sultry experience. Once they had been released, Jake had stayed for a whiskey and then showered in the futile hope of washing away his teacher’s scent. When he returned, the curvy woman was the only person left sitting in the bar. “Help yourself to another drink,” she called from her seat. Jake poured two whiskeys, pausing briefly when he thought he heard someone call his name. He heard it again, very quiet and muffled. “Natalie was so mean tonight,” the curvy woman purred as Jake joined her on the plush red leather bench. “I’ll get ...
... even,” he smiled with a sexual connotation that made the curvy woman hot. Jake heard the muffled moan again and shuffled closer. He lifted the curvy woman’s red flared dress to reveal hot pink satin panties stretched around her curvaceous buttocks. He looked up and down the bench seat to confirm that the woman was indeed sitting on one of the smother boxes and that Natalie was inside. “I thought she should wait for you,” the curvy woman breathed with aroused blue eyes. “Wow, you put Nat in there?” Jake mouthed. There was something overwhelmingly sexual about this woman who now held Natalie deep beneath her buxom body. “No one escape from my curves,” the woman smiled. The muffled cries were now more aroused with Natalie close to orgasm. The curvy woman rolled her hips to the side, lifting one cheek slightly to reveal one of Natalie’s flickering blue eyes in the dark valley beneath. “Jake?” Natalie moaned, blatantly playing with herself, “Just orgasmed,” Natalie’s naïve murmurs seemed both thrilled and ashamed, “… can’t get out.” “I can see that,” Jake replied. “If I don’t get out… I’ll cum again!” “I gave you a safe word, sweetie,” the curvy woman breathed, her thighs aching from holding her weight. “Don’t want safe word,” Natalie panted. “Oh sweetie, never waive your rights with me on top,” the curvy woman purred as she released her legs, her round Rubenesque cheeks sinking back to reseal Natalie’s tomb. It was like a concrete slab resealing a ...