Marie stared at the cock of Gezza, which was long and thick, its veins thumping like war drums, her breath catching, her thighs still wet with her orgasm.
It is big, she said, trembling, but her eyes shone with a hunger deeper than fear.
The bulb at the living room fluttered and fluttered, shadows jerking over her sweaty skin, cardigan completely absent by this point, vest still covering her lines.
The smile of Gezza was sleaze with awe; she is staring like she is starved. "Scared, virgin?" he mocked, as he drew near, cock tickling her thigh, heat scalding.
Her flushed blushed brightened but she did not look away, her nails piercing his hoodie.
"I have been thinking of this since the library", she said, voice low, pervy, hissing into her pocket, jerking a condom packet with a snick of its wrapping. "Bought these for you."
Her smile reappeared, rebellious, presenting it to him. Pervy little minx.
