Heads

Melanie calls heads, and Trish flips the coin. “Heads it is,” Trish announces.

The song ends and Seraphim Shock’s “Prey” starts as Melanie walks slowly towards you, her eyes almost on lustful fire as she stands there in nothing but a very wet t-shirt. As soon as she stands in front of you, she reaches down to stroke your needy shaft. As unlikely as it seems, you feel as though it actually gets a bit bigger and tighter under Melanie’s touch.

With that, Melanie pulls off her shirt and sits in your lap, her breasts right under your nose as your cock tip rubs its precum against the young girl’s belly, her heated pussy rubbing against your balls. Melanie firmly rakes her nails down your chest as she whispers breathlessly in your ear. “You are our toy for the evening. You do what you are told. You cum when we say you can. Nod once if you understand.”