She Has Your Shirt

You make you way to Alecia’s. A soccer player is exiting her room. You knock on the door.

Alecia answers, wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing else.

“Will, I’m so glad to see you. I knew you let me take your shirt for a reason. Come in.”

You step inside. You notice Alecia putting a stocking on the door handle as she closes it.

You don’t make it more than a step in before she grabs your cock. You stiffen as she strokes it.

“Mm. My favorite cock, attached to one of my favorite friends.”

“Favorite cock? How many have you had?”

“Come on Will, a girl doesn’t kiss and tell. Just know this one is my favorite.”

She shimmies down your pants and swallows you before you can say anything.

Her tongue is agile and you are as hard as granite when she stops.

“You’re going to have to earn your shirt back, Will.”

You push her to the bed. Her t-shirt slides up, exposing her sex.

You slip inside her from missionary position and use leverage to your advantage. Alecia clutches the sheets with sharp manicured fingernails.

“Fuck, oh fuck!”

You push harder and feel her shiver in orgasm. You climax moments later.

You lay down beside her and she toys with you chest with her sharp nails.

“You are so fucking good, Will. If I believed in monogamy, I could so fall for you. You definitely earned your shirt.”

You rest for a bit longer before grabbing your shirt. You feel in the pocket. The foot is gone.

“Alecia, where’s the bird foot that was in my pocket?”

“Shit! Sorry, I showed it to my friend, Julia, and she borrowed it. I forgot to get it back from her. I’ll grab it this afternoon and bring it by later, if you’re up for it.”

“That’s sounds nice. Thanks, Alecia.”

You exit. Hopefully, no one else has figured out how to use the talon and you’ll have it safely back in a few hours…