inspire-indiana Chapter 627: The Hard Evidence
Chapter 627: The Hard Evidence
Marina’s lips finally released my cock with a wet POP, her saliva glistening on the cock, her breath ragged as she panted slightly. Her eyes were dark with lust, her black pencil dress ridden up around her hips, her black lace panties clinging to her pussy, the fabric soaked with her arousal.She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to catch a drip of saliva from the corner of her mouth, her voice a low, husky purr.
"Mmm... perfect..." she murmured, her fingers still tight around my cock, stroking me slowly, her thumb swiping over the sensitive head. "But Brittany won’t believe it unless she sees it for herself..." Her eyes gleamed with mischief, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "She’ll just say I photoshopped it... or that it’s a fake..."
She shifted on the bed, her ass pressing into the mattress, her dress riding up even further, exposing her black lace panties completely.
The scent of her arousal was strong—musky, sweet, intoxicating—and I could see the dark stain of her juices seeping through the fabric. She reached for her phone again, her fingers flying over the screen as she opened the camera.
"Dexter..." she said, her voice commanding, her eyes locked onto mine. "I want you to press your cock against my pussy..." She patted her thigh, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Right here... so I can take a photo..." Her lips curled into a teasing smirk. "Let’s show Brittany exactly how big it is..."
I didn’t hesitate. I stepped closer, my cock throbbing painfully, dripping with pre-cum and Marina’s saliva. She shifted slightly, her legs spreading just enough to accommodate me, her panties pressed against her pussy, the fabric clinging to her lips.
I positioned myself between her thighs, my cock resting against her pussy, the heat of her seeping through the lace, the tip pressing against her clit. The sensation was electric—her warmth, her wetness, her need—all pressing against me, teasing me, tempting me.
Marina angled the phone, capturing the obscene sight—my cock, hard and throbbing, resting against her pussy, the head pressing against her clit, the veins along my cock pulsing with need.
The flash went off, the light illuminating the scene—her black lace panties, my cock glistening with saliva and pre-cum, the contrast of our skin stark and erotic.
"Mmm... yes..." she murmured, her voice breathy, her fingers tapping the screen to take another photo, this time zooming in on the tip of my cock pressing against her clit, the pre-cum dripping onto the fabric of her panties.
She lowered the phone, her eyes locking onto mine, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "There..." she said, her voice triumphant.
"Now she’ll see..." She shifted slightly, her pussy pressing against my cock, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "But we’re not done yet..." she murmured, her voice dropping to a whisper, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
She reached down, her fingers hooking into the lace of her panties, pulling them to the side to expose her pussy—glistening, swollen, dripping with arousal. The scent of her was strong—musky, sweet, intoxicating—and I could see the pink of her lips, the glisten of her juices.
"Dexter..." she said, her voice low and commanding, her fingers tightening around my cock. "I want you to press it inside me... just a little..." Her eyes were dark with lust, her breath ragged. "Just enough to show how big it is... how it stretches me..." She paused, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "And then... I want you to take a photo of that too..."
I groaned, my hips jerking forward instinctively, my cock throbbing with need. Marina guided me, her fingers wrapping around my cock as she pressed the tip against her pussy, the heat of her enveloping me, the wetness of her coating the head.
I pushed forward slightly, the tip sinking into her, stretching her tight entrance, the resistance intense but delicious. Marina gasped, her back arching slightly, her fingers digging into my thighs.
"Ahh... yes..." she moaned, her voice breathy, her eyes locked onto mine. "Just like that..." She angled the phone again, capturing the obscene sight—my cock, the tip buried inside her, stretching her pussy, her lips clinging to my cock, the juices glistening around the base.
The flash went off, the light illuminating the scene—her pussy swallowing the tip of my cock, the contrast of our skin stark and erotic, the wetness of her arousal coating my cock.
"Mmm... perfect..." she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction, her fingers tapping the screen to take another photo, this time zooming in on the point where my cock disappeared into her pussy, the stretch of her lips around my girth.
She pulled me out slightly, my cock glistening with her juices, the tip swollen and aching. "Now..." she said, her voice low and commanding, her eyes locking onto mine.
"I want you to lick my asshole..." She shifted on the bed, turning onto her stomach, her dress riding up to expose her ass—round, firm, perfect. She reached back, her fingers hooking into the lace of her panties, pulling them to the side to expose her asshole—tight, pink, glistening slightly with arousal.
"It’s been itchy all day..." she murmured, her voice breathy, her eyes dark with lust. "And I know your tongue will feel so good..."
I didn’t hesitate. I knelt behind her, my hands gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks to expose her asshole completely.
The scent of her was strong—musky, earthy, intoxicating—and I could see the tight pucker of her hole, glistening slightly with arousal.
I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick a slow, deliberate path from her pussy to her asshole, the taste of her sweet and salty on my tongue. Marina shuddered, her body trembling as I pressed my tongue against her asshole, circling it slowly, teasing her, tempting her.
"Ahh... yes..." she moaned, her voice breathy, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her ass pressing back against my tongue. "Just like that... lick it... fuck it with your tongue..." Her voice was thick with lust, her body trembling as I worked her asshole with my tongue, pushing it inside slightly, stretching her, preparing her.
The sound of my tongue moving against her was wet, obscene—SLURP... SLURP...—the scent of her arousal filling the air, mingling with the taste of her on my tongue.
Marina reached for her phone again, her fingers trembling slightly as she angled it to capture the obscene sight—my tongue pressed against her asshole, circling it, teasing it, my hands spreading her cheeks, her pussy dripping with arousal.
The flash went off, the light illuminating the scene—her asshole glistening with my saliva, my tongue pressed against it, the contrast of our skin stark and erotic.
She lowered the phone, her voice a low growl. "Mmm... fuck..." she murmured, her body trembling as I continued to lick her asshole, my tongue pushing inside slightly, stretching her, preparing her.
"Now Brittany will know..." she said, her voice triumphant, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "She’ll know what she’s missing..." She shifted slightly, her ass pressing back against my tongue, her voice dropping to a whisper. "And she’ll die of jealousy..."