Cherry Girl by Candy Dance Page A

tongue was damp and silky smooth.
    “Make love to me, Rider,” she mumbled between her tears and kisses. “Please don’t hate me!” she exclaimed.
    Make love to her? Christ, that was all he'd wanted to do since he'd first seen the cut on her toe. But he’d been afraid it was over. He’d been afraid that it would never happen again. “Pudding, I . . . ,”
    “Oh! You called me pudding!” Lisette squealed, interrupting him even as she twisted her body, forcing him to straighten as she followed him upward. Lisette threw her arms around his neck with an exuberant hug filled with lots of chubby breast as she climbed up his chest. Her supple bare legs wrapped around his waist as her eager mouth clamped down over his lips. All thoughts of perhaps not doing this with a real woman fled his mind as his hands clamped over the firmly rounded globes of Lisette’s naked butt. He lifted her scorching wet pussy over the impression of his hard dick beneath his pants as she tackled his tongue.
    “Mm- mm ,” she mewled with her tongue deeply embedded inside his mouth.
    They were feverish. They were frenzied as they attacked each other. It was as though they were in a race not to remember they were real, with an unconscious agreement made between them that they would fill all the questions with hot groping sex. Mindless. Torrid. Sex.
    “Rider,” Lisette whimpered as she tore frantically at Rider’s shirt. The magnetic snaps popped open and she pulled, baring his hairy chest as she tugged his shirt down to his elbows. Her breasts, clad only in sheer silk, rubbed upward against the crinkling hair on Rider’s muscular chest as their tongues kissed each other’s hotly. Rider held her bare bottom, one cheek in each of his hands, with the crease of her bottom splayed widely as he rubbed her excited pussy over the outline of his hard penis.
    “Oh, Rider. Mmm. Rider, oh!” she gushed, relinquishing his tongue as her head fell back and she curved her sex forward, humping the rigid outline of his penis. The material of his pants was damp and rough over the tender inner flesh of her pussy.
    “That’s it, sweet thing,” he rasped as he nibbled kisses on her arched throat. “Tell me what you want, pudding. Beg me.” Rider used his tongue to place a long and slow hot lick from the base of her throat, up to the tip of her chin.
    “Oh, baby,” she panted.
    “I want you begging me, Lisette. I want you telling me everything you want,” Rider rasped as his big body stilled and his warm breath heated her ear. “Beg me, Lisette,” he whispered hotly into her ear.
    “Lick me, Rider,” Lisette whimpered. “Lick my pussy.”
    “God, honey,” Rider uttered roughly.
    Lisette gasped as Rider lowered her bare flanks and her buttocks flattened against the cold metal of the automobile hood. Then Rider’s big body pressed her backward until her spine was curved over the hood. She dared to look at him then, and found that his irises were as dark with passion as hers must be.
    “Show me, Lisette,” he muttered. “Show me your pretty wet pussy.”
    “Rider,” Lisette moaned as she bent her knees, drawing her calves inward, until the spiked heels of her boots rested on the hood. Rider watched her intently, as though each move she made was important. And it was. She needed to show him that she wanted him. She allowed her knees to fall open widely and she watched his gaze lower. Her chest heaved just from his gaze on her wetly splayed pussy.
    “Please,” she pleaded as she brought her fingertips down to the lips of her pussy, catching each side as she spread the lips open. “Lick me, Rider. Please , lick me,” she begged, gazing at him with hot pleading eyes.
    “Yes, sweet thing,” Rider uttered. “I’ll lick anything you want, Lisette, when you beg me so sweetly.”
    Lisette moaned, her body squirming uncontrollably as Rider lowered his head and she could feel his dark hair brushing along her inner thighs.
     
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