The Sin Twins: Wonder Twin Powers - Sex Stories

The Sin Twins: Wonder Twin Powers

... overheating passion exploded into a sunburst of horny lust. His hands wandered over her exposed back, wandering devilishly close to her ass, but never touching it. His lips were hard, then soft, passionate, then yielding. The sexy stranger’s tongue danced over her parted lips, snaking in just enough to elicit a moan of arousal from the enamored woman, then retreating. When their kiss ended, the man was gone.

“My hero,” she cooed, using her “fuck me” voice. She left her arms draped around him. “Can I at least buy my rescuer a drink?” Tara continued clinging to him.

“Sure, I guess,” he shrugged.

“What are you drinking? I’ll have the same.”

“Um, tequila.”

“The panty dropper! My favorite. Let me save you some time and trouble, handsome.”

She removed her hands from his pussy-drenching body, looked around, and shrugged. Then, Tara reached under her skirt, grasped the waistband of her barely-there thong, and pulled them down, using one hand pressed against his hard-chiseled chest to steady herself. Hearing the commotion she caused, she smiled, knowingly, and twirled her sodden, black panties around one finger.

“They’re all wet. I’m sorry.” Her tone showed no remorse. “There you go.” She placed them in his hand. “Don’t worry. You can give them to me the next time we hook up. You sit, and I’ll get us some drinks. My treat, but I expect you to put out.”

He was stunned, but his light, hypnotic eyes betrayed bewildered acquiescence. Tara gave him a naughty wink ...

... and a dirty smile, and sashayed over to the bar, ignoring the men elbowing one another in the ribs and pointing at her. She was quickly served her ten double shots of tequila, and Tara hummed to herself as she took her prized booze over to her quarry’s table.

“How come you didn’t try to pick me up like all the other Neanderthals in here?” she asked as she seated herself. “My name is Tina,” she lied.

“Gregory,” he said, his voice soothing and chipper. He downed his drink, inverted the oversized shot glass with a flourish of his fingers, and placed it, upside down, on the tray. “I was debating it,” he responded.

“This place is known as a pick-up hot spot. Why the debate?” Tara imitated his actions, tossing off her drink and slamming the inverted glass onto the tray.

“I was debating whether you’re wild enough for me,” he smirked. “I’m not like the other guys you see in here.”

“Good thing. I’m not like other women. I’m trouble.”

“Are you, now? That’s promising.”

“Trust me on this, I’m double trouble.” She almost laughed at that reference. “In fact, I might just be too wild for you. The things that get me off are not for the faint of heart.”

“My ticker’s stout; do tell.”

“Well,” Tara purred, her voice betraying her torrid state of lusty arousal. “Those soaked panties in your pocket are wet because I was fingering myself in the parking lot, so I could keep myself horny and find somebody that’s as crazy as me. All those people watching me take them off made ...