bendingsubmission: Her nipple slipped in front of the hotel. Hardened as the air brushed it. She tol

bendingsubmission:

Her nipple slipped in front of the hotel. Hardened as the air brushed it. She told me she was nervous. I asked if she was already wet. Just a nod in response. And a blush. She let one slip again inside the lobby, worried about who might see. Then she found courage and opened the dress.

I watched the goosebumps rise on her arms, over her shoulders and push them up further. Unsure of whether the air or the action was the cause. She was enjoying this more than expected. I told her to sit and show me where the ache was building. She blushed and shook her head. I said nothing. Just stared with intent, and waited. She sat, then slowly opened her slender legs. The power of a woman baring her cunt beneath a dress.

I asked her what she wanted. She said she wanted to be taken and used. Without regard. As she said it, she pulled the dress down again, letting her fingers trail across her nipples. I told her to open wider for me. She said the dress wouldn’t allow it. I said I didn’t mean her legs, and waited for the blush to rise on her cheeks.

I explained as I walked towards her there would be time to break on my cock later. For now, her main concern should be keeping silent. As I said it, I slid a finger inside her and drew out a long strand. Someone might have heard the gasp. The possibility hardened my cock. We both watched as it hung there in mid air. So lewd in such a proper place. The perfect contradiction.

In a low voice I told her when the strand snaps, she would too. A moment later the weight of it broke the tension. The strand fell to her leg and the coolness caused her back to arch. As it did, her pretty cunt opened wider. An involuntary invitation I would not refuse. She pleaded not here. I replied yes here. She whispered no. I pointed out that her body begged to differ, then sunk two fingers in deep enough to leave no air to fuel a gasp.

Her body shook almost as quickly as her inhibitions and manners fell away. Now the words found their way out. Fucks and Christs and soft little Pleases. Finger fucked in a hotel lobby until the truth comes out. How much she loves my fingers buried in her. Even more when it’s not private. I ask what she needs and she answers quietly, in five simple words.

To break on your hand.