Sexually Satisfied. Melissa Randall

whispered. “Would you like me to tell you about it?”

      “God, yes.” He caressed my cheek. “Tell me everything, Gillian. Tell me what you’d like me to do to you.”

      I leaned closer and breathed softly into his ear. “First I want you to strip me—very slowly—in front of your dressing-room mirror. Take off everything except my panties. Then stand behind me and fondle my breasts. Rub your hard-on against my ass….”

      “And then?”

      “And then stroke my pussy through my panties. You know how that makes me so wet….”

      We were back in our comfort zone—madly in lust. As soon as we arrived at his apartment, David dragged me by the hand to his dressing room. He followed the details of my fantasy exactly—slowly unbuttoning my blouse, unhooking my bra, unzipping my skirt. Each piece of clothing fell to the floor until I was standing in my panties and high heels. I faced the mirror and watched as he stood behind me and gently squeezed my breasts. My nipples immediately stiffened. I felt his hard cock rubbing against my ass. He left one hand on my breasts and slid the other hand slowly down my body until he reached my panties. He stroked my pussy through the silk of my panties until I moaned. I was dripping wet; my juice soaked the crotch of the panties.

      He stopped for a moment, making me sigh with frustration. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. “Gillian…I want you to spread your cheeks for me. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

      I spread my cheeks and felt the swollen head of his cock rubbing against my hole. David slid his hand under the elastic of my panties and massaged my clit until I whimpered. I came very intensely, ripples of pleasure running through my body. He pressed the head of his cock harder against my asshole; I heard his deep groan as I felt the warm gush of cum between my cheeks.