Paying for pizza-3

Marley tried to shake her head free, but he held her fast, groping her breast and toying with her nipple. She groaned with lust even as a burst of anxiety consumed her. He was much bigger than she was and he wasn’t acting right. He seemed out of control!

He moved his hand between her legs. “What are you doing?” Marley hissed.

As his hand clamped her crotch, Marley felt the dampness between her legs. She didn’t want him to know she was wet. She tried to squirm out of this grasp, but she only succeeded in rubbing her clit against his palm and making herself even crazier with lust. Chet laughed. He said he knew what she needed, and hustled her backwards towards the couch.

“Please,” Marley whimpered. “Oh, please.”

He took the waistband of her shorts in both hands and with one mighty tug they were down at her knees. Marley squirmed, but the position of her shorts made it difficult to move. She kicked her legs, but he pushed her knees to her chest and ducked his head under her flailing feet. And then his warm mouth was on her swollen sex. Marley gasped with pleasure. He put two of his fingers into her pussy and kept his tongue on her clit. Marely couldn’t speak. Instead she groaned and breathed heavily, squirming to keep his mouth where she needed it most. He pumped his fingers in her pussy. Soon Marley clamped her legs around his head, straightened her body and came in a whimpering orgasm.