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Chapter 19 by Torg Torg

Where is she taking you?

Another movie

She leads you into another theater, this one showing some foreign art house film that you can't figure out the title, since it's in another language. This movie started a half hour ago. In the dark, she takes you inside and up the stairs to the top of the theater. There are six people in the expansive stadium-seating auditorium, all scattered in the first three rows up from the middle aisle. She sits you down in a seat and lifts the arms on either side of the chair. She sits next to you and grabs your head and whispers, “Kiss me some more. I love how you taste.” Then she devours your mouth, sucking on your lips and thrusting her tongue in your mouth.

You grip her waist, and she holds your shoulders. You press her into the seat, enjoying the touch of her body to yours. Your tongues sinuously entwine around each other. You can feel the blood rushing through your veins, warming your face and hands and cock.

You move your hands up her body and cup her breasts through her shirt, feeling her bra underneath; she moans into your mouth at your touch. You are sitting on the edge of your seat and are turned back into her seat – a rather uncomfortable position. Rachel notices this and slides down the back of her chair away from you, pulling you with her. Soon she is lying down on the seats, and you are on top of her.

Her fingers run through your hair, and you probe her mouth with your curious tongue. She parts her legs around you, and your groin settles in on top of her mound. You wiggle your hips, rubbing your jeans and your swollen cock on her pussy through her skirt as you French kiss her. She gasps quietly, sucking in air with a shudder. You kiss down to her ear and suck her earlobe into your mouth. The bulge in your pants is right on her slit, and you start dry fucking her, your clothing a barrier between the two of you. Your cock is on fire from the roughness of your jeans.

You slip a hand under her shirt and start sliding it up her body, but Rachel stops you with a hand. She breaks the kiss and whispers, “Let’s just do this over the clothes. It’ll be exciting and easier to fix if we get interrupted.”

Do you agree or try to convince her to go under clothing?

More fun
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