Not a chance--she's like a tiger stalking her prey.

If I thought I could escape from this vision of lust, I was sorely mistaken. I don’t know what did it--seeing me reaching for Jessie’s tits before, my description of licking her out, the delayed gratification and teasing while we were painting, or maybe she was just in a horny mood that day--whatever it was, Traci was not about to let me go.

As I backed into the hallway, she zeroed in on my departing cock like a homing missile. She slid off the bed and strode after me. A second later we were both in the hallway, and she grabbed the front of my shirt, pushing me against the wall, pressing her underwear-clad body against me as her lips crushed against mine. As her tongue danced around my mouth, I decided this was the hottest kiss of my life. I don’t know how I found a way to breathe. Probably I didn’t.

Somewhere in the middle of the kiss, Traci’s hand snaked down between our bodies and found my hard-on. She stroked me a few times through my boxers, and then slipped the shaft through the hole in the front. Her hand felt incredible against my skin as she ran it around my cock, lightly squeezed my balls, and then settled into a rhythm, pumping me. I was shocked I didn’t explode all over her. And then suddenly, Traci broke the kiss and pulled back.