could be heard from a distance. She was singing about good love.
He entered the bedroom where Priscilla was stretched out across her queen sized bed wearing a pink, sheer, camisole top with matching crotchless panties. She was mouthing the words to the song with Whitney.
Now you're here like you've been before
And you know just what I need…
It took some time for me to see…
Mox stripped to his boxer shorts and got in the bed beside her. The sweet, inviting, redolent of her Estee Lauder White Linen perfume, inflamed his appetite for sex. The few days he spent away had felt like a lifetime and he desired the gentle, sensuous touch of a female.
“Did you know this was my favorite song?” Priscilla spoke softly and caressed his chest. She ran her hand down his chiseled six-pack and into his boxers.
Mox closed his eyes and let Whitney’s harmonic vocals tranquilize him. He was in a calm paradise enjoying how Priscilla slowly stroked his rod until it stiffened in her hand.
Mox lifted his head and looked at Priscilla. “My mother told me that the music you fall in love with is sometimes a reflection of your inner most feelings.”
Priscilla mounted Mox and kissed his lips lightly. “Well your mother was right.” she continued to cover his face with kisses, making her way to sucking on his earlobe.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her warm body closer to his so he could feel her vagina pulsating on his hardened muscle. Priscilla kissed down his neck and onto his stomach leaving small rivers of saliva running down his abdomen. When she went to slide his boxers off, she said. “I wanna taste you.” Mox sat up, moved down to the foot end of the bed and Priscilla got on her knees between his legs. She tugged at his dick with both hands and then she licked around the head. Mox grabbed the back of her neck and shoved himself deep inside her warm mouth.
“Ohhh…” he moaned as he watched her pretty lips slide up and down his tool. She coated his ten inch pole with loads of wetness and made a loud slurping sound while doing so.
Mox plucked at her beautiful, protruding, brown nipples with one hand and kept the other on her neck guiding her mouth while he passionately fucked her face. They stood and he lifted her 140 pound frame and buried his face in her nectarous, drippy, vagina.
“Oh, my GOD!! Baby I’m cummin!!!” She tightened her thigh muscles around his neck and choked his face as she convulsed from multiple orgasms.
Mox laid her on her back and positioned himself on top of her. He flicked her nipples with his tongue and slipped his little man inside her steamy wonderland. The fit was perfect. Priscilla reached up and grabbed Mox around his neck and pulled him in close. “I want you to do it slow…” she put her tongue in his mouth so she could taste herself. “Make love to me, Mox.” her voice was heavenly and appealing.
He carefully nudged his long, dark, third leg deeper and deeper into her swollen kitten while Priscilla clawed at his back and tensed up. It felt like he was in her stomach. Mox grabbed her face with both his hands and sucked her soft, sweet lips as he continued his slow, long stroke.
Priscilla felt his cadence increase and he dug further into her canal. “Don’t pull it out.” she whispered in his ear.
On cue, Mox’s body shivered. He sucked her lip harder and gripped the back of her head. “Priscilla… I’m ‘bout to cum.” He mumbled.
“Cum inside me baby.” She climaxed at the same time he did, and they both let out a sigh of ecstasy. They fell asleep engulfed in each other’s arms and he was still inside of her.
__________
Three weeks later, 17 year old Billy Worsham’s body was found on the Northbound side of the Sprain Brook Parkway between Scarsdale and Hastings. He died from multiple gunshots to the chest from a high caliber weapon.
He was the only
He entered the bedroom where Priscilla was stretched out across her queen sized bed wearing a pink, sheer, camisole top with matching crotchless panties. She was mouthing the words to the song with Whitney.
Now you're here like you've been before
And you know just what I need…
It took some time for me to see…
Mox stripped to his boxer shorts and got in the bed beside her. The sweet, inviting, redolent of her Estee Lauder White Linen perfume, inflamed his appetite for sex. The few days he spent away had felt like a lifetime and he desired the gentle, sensuous touch of a female.
“Did you know this was my favorite song?” Priscilla spoke softly and caressed his chest. She ran her hand down his chiseled six-pack and into his boxers.
Mox closed his eyes and let Whitney’s harmonic vocals tranquilize him. He was in a calm paradise enjoying how Priscilla slowly stroked his rod until it stiffened in her hand.
Mox lifted his head and looked at Priscilla. “My mother told me that the music you fall in love with is sometimes a reflection of your inner most feelings.”
Priscilla mounted Mox and kissed his lips lightly. “Well your mother was right.” she continued to cover his face with kisses, making her way to sucking on his earlobe.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her warm body closer to his so he could feel her vagina pulsating on his hardened muscle. Priscilla kissed down his neck and onto his stomach leaving small rivers of saliva running down his abdomen. When she went to slide his boxers off, she said. “I wanna taste you.” Mox sat up, moved down to the foot end of the bed and Priscilla got on her knees between his legs. She tugged at his dick with both hands and then she licked around the head. Mox grabbed the back of her neck and shoved himself deep inside her warm mouth.
“Ohhh…” he moaned as he watched her pretty lips slide up and down his tool. She coated his ten inch pole with loads of wetness and made a loud slurping sound while doing so.
Mox plucked at her beautiful, protruding, brown nipples with one hand and kept the other on her neck guiding her mouth while he passionately fucked her face. They stood and he lifted her 140 pound frame and buried his face in her nectarous, drippy, vagina.
“Oh, my GOD!! Baby I’m cummin!!!” She tightened her thigh muscles around his neck and choked his face as she convulsed from multiple orgasms.
Mox laid her on her back and positioned himself on top of her. He flicked her nipples with his tongue and slipped his little man inside her steamy wonderland. The fit was perfect. Priscilla reached up and grabbed Mox around his neck and pulled him in close. “I want you to do it slow…” she put her tongue in his mouth so she could taste herself. “Make love to me, Mox.” her voice was heavenly and appealing.
He carefully nudged his long, dark, third leg deeper and deeper into her swollen kitten while Priscilla clawed at his back and tensed up. It felt like he was in her stomach. Mox grabbed her face with both his hands and sucked her soft, sweet lips as he continued his slow, long stroke.
Priscilla felt his cadence increase and he dug further into her canal. “Don’t pull it out.” she whispered in his ear.
On cue, Mox’s body shivered. He sucked her lip harder and gripped the back of her head. “Priscilla… I’m ‘bout to cum.” He mumbled.
“Cum inside me baby.” She climaxed at the same time he did, and they both let out a sigh of ecstasy. They fell asleep engulfed in each other’s arms and he was still inside of her.
__________
Three weeks later, 17 year old Billy Worsham’s body was found on the Northbound side of the Sprain Brook Parkway between Scarsdale and Hastings. He died from multiple gunshots to the chest from a high caliber weapon.
He was the only
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