Fuck Nicole

“Follow me,” Nicole says, giving you a come hither motion as she walks into her bedroom.

As you enter the dark room, you’re suddenly aware of a cool sensation running down your back. It’s Nicole’s hand. Before you realize what’s happening, you feel her lips press against yours. She kisses you, hard, an unexpected ferocity that you match as you kiss her back, hard. Your tongues do battle. You French one another with a passion that arises from a deep need inside of you. Only dimly do you think to yourself, she tastes so sweet, and then you remember. You were just eating pie.

“Down, onto the bed,” Nicole says breathlessly, and you flop onto her bed.

The two of you strip next to each other, not so much a sensual striptease as getting rid of all barriers between the two of you, as fast as possible. You take a moment to appreciate her form in the darkness, the contours of her body illuminated by the light leaking in from the cracks between her door and the living room. Your hands trace the curves of her body, getting to know the roundness of her ass, the tautness of her stomach, and the way her tits sit firm in your hands.

Nicole is busy doing some exploration of her own. Her hands traverse the length of your body, tracing lines from your neck down your chest to that rapidly hardening region between your legs. Your own hands wander downwards too, to a molten hot area beneath her legs. You press a finger against her folds, watching her squirm in anticipation.

“Oh shit,” she gasps, as you continue to tease her, light strokes of your fingers against the outsides of her pussy. “I can’t wait anymore. Give it to me.”

She grasps your cock firmly, stroking it rapidly, biting into a condom wrapper with her teeth to tear it open, and then she wraps you up, your hardness encased.

There’s only a moment’s hesitation before you take the plunge. {if JackOff == 1} Jack needs to be stopped at all costs, and this girl will simply be another body to add to the count. Besides: {else} Are these kinds of hook-ups what you’re really about? You don’t care. {endif} She has a hot, pulsing cunt ready for you. You thrust in and moan in pleasure as your cock is sucked into her.

“Mmmm…. that’s good,” Nicole moans.

You waste no time working up to a quick pace. The feeling of Daphne’s friend wrapped around your cock is simply amazing, and you pound her fast, feeling her body rock against yours. In the darkness it’s hard to make out much more than the faint outline of her body, but maybe that’s intentional…

“How do you think Daphne would enjoying bouncing on your cock,” she says. “Could you imagine if she were here now?”

“You’re so twisted,” you say, but the way your cock hardens even further, spurring you to fuck her faster, betrays your true thoughts about the matter.

“It’s not the craziest thing I’ve ever said in bed,” Nicole laughs. {if Daphne > 50} “She has brought you up before…”

The thought only spurs you on further. {endif}

“Is this how you get to know men?” you say. “By bringing up their hot friends while you bang them?”

“Oh, so you do admit that she’s hot,” she says, sounding slightly too gleeful.

“I have eyes,” you say.

Nicole laughs at that, bucking her hips harder against you. “I can’t fault your taste.”

You respond by fucking her harder, pounding Nicole into her bed. She moans, gripping your back hard, her nails digging into your skin.

“I can feel you getting close,” she says. “Cum for me, Alex. Give it all to me!”

She’s right. You feel yourself firing uncontrollably, your cum shooting off in heavy spurts inside of her.

“That’s it, yessss,” she hisses.

You pull out, panting lightly from the exertion.

“So, was all that just dirty talk? Or did you mean it?” you ask her.

“I meant every word of what I said,” she smiles.

Then, before you can react, she grabs her camera from the side table and snaps a photograph, the flash going off in your face. She takes a quick look at the results, and laughs, turning the camera around to show you. You’re half drenched in sweat, your face oddly red and luminescent, the wild, half-dazed post-orgasmic look something you never imagined on yourself. And yet, there’s something there, something charming that surprises you.

“That’s a good photo,” she says approvingly. “You want a copy?”

“Why not,” you laugh.

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