THE ESCAPE

1-12


“What do you care?”

You laugh and wait, letting her remain fixated on your swollen erection.

“It’s your call,” you begin. “Are we gonna?”

Your request brings a longer-than-usual pause between the two of you and for a moment Gail looks away slowly as if she’s changed her mind. In that second, you feel your cock already begin to soften, having been teased like this by her dozens of times before without anything more ever coming of it.

“Don’t move.” She mutters without looking back.

“Why? Is your dad on the way?”

Your cock falls completely limp as the question passes your lips. Nothing is going to happen. The game’s over and instead of listening to her laugh you realize there are better, and safer, things you should be doing. You swing your legs to the side and begin getting out of bed.

“What are you doing? I said don’t move.” Gail turns back to face you and removes the towel from her head. Her wet, long and dark hair falls across her shoulders as she lowers herself onto the bed and begins crawling toward you like a cat on all fours. The sight of which brings your motions to a sudden halt but your thoughts aren’t yet convinced.

“What about your dad? Ain’t he gonna come in here any second and see this?”

“I know for a fact that he isn’t gonna be coming up here any time soon,” she purrs. “Nobody is. Now lay down.”

Her whole body appears to be surging with sexual energy. Her eyes are sharp and focused like an animal descending upon its prey. Slowly you roll back into the center of the bed but before your erection is even halfway back at full size it's already in her mouth.

“Oh, God...”

The feeling is incredible. Her head begins working back and forth while her tongue leaves a trail of saliva that you watch drip from her lips and stick to your balls. Her breath comes in moaning waves, each time she pulls herself away from you. After only a few seconds you can feel your body already beginning to tighten and you lean back into the bed, letting her take the full length of you into her throat. As she does, you notice that she has begun stroking the base of your cock with one hand while her other works her fingers feverishly between her own legs. She never once looks up at you while she continues to suck you off, seemingly lost in performing the act rather than gauging how you feel about it at all. You hardly have time to notice however before your hips have involuntarily begun to arch tighter against her face. She gags and coughs but doesn’t pull away, not until you are in the final seconds before it blows. At that point, she bites down and tears her face away, dragging her teeth the entire length of your cock.

“Arrgh!”

Your head snaps forward, reeling from both pain and orgasm at the same time. Streams of cum spray into your hand while you grab yourself and nervously check for blood.

“What the fuck was that?” You scowl and look up to find her kneeling at the end of the bed. Her hand still rubs across her pussy slowly, having already brought herself to satisfaction at least once.

“What was what? It was good for me.”


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