Time for a look around

It’s with a breathless grunt that you pull out of her pussy and let her breast slip from your grasp. Even as you’re stepping back and wiping your brow, she’s spinning around to face you, leaning back against the table and spreading her legs a little in an act that doesn’t seem intended to thrill you, but that does just that through the subtle manner in which it conveys her inherent sensuality.

Then, without warning, she coils forwards until her breasts are mashed against your chest and her arms wrapped around, with the of you exchanging a happy glance as she tilts her head back, and then her lips are pressed against yours. Everything she does gives off the impression that she simply refuses to accept that you might need a few minutes in which to recuperate before fucking her again, and the effect of that is that you can feel your cock stiffening again, as though your body and your subconscious have agreed to do their best to match her pace.

But even so, you’ve reached the point where you can endeavour to have a few of the questions that have been building somewhere in the back of your mind answered, and so you break free from the lip-lock and refuse her efforts to resume the feverish kissing in spite of how her squirming is quickly rendering your dick as hard as a rock.

“What’s your name?” Starting with the most obvious question, you find that you have to wrap your arms round her waist to keep her from sinking down onto her knees.

“Dorothea,” the blonde replies, and you instantly decide that it’s a name that suits her, having come to that conclusion before she’s had time to add “and you?”

“Thadeus,” You give her your name as your member presses against her soft belly.

“Is there something wrong, Thadeus,” Thrilling you through the way in which she says your name, Dorothea gives a faint nod at how your arms are wrapped round her waist in an effort to keep her from kneeling in front of you, “don’t you want me anymore?”

“Of course I do,” You do your utmost to have your answer convey to you exactly how silly that question is, and it does seem as though the message goes through to her, “but there are other things that need doing first.”

“Like what?” Her question brings home to you how stupid it is of you to not be content with staying where you are and keep on fucking her till you fall asleep in each other’s arms, but you firmly resist the urge to do so, although you do fall prey to the temptation to fondle her juicy buttocks, marvelling at how good they feel against your grip.

“I want you to show me round this place,” Dorothea’s breathing is heavy and she’s wiggling against you with her eyes half-closed as you tell her what you want her to do, to which she responds by nodding her head to show that she’s heard you.
It’s with a definitive lack of enthusiasm that you let go of Dorothea and take a step back, which has the effect of making your cock spring down to point straight at her. Glancing straight at your member, Dorothea at first gives every impression of being on the verge of jumping your bones, but then she looks up to meet your gaze, and you swear that you can see her cheeks turn a little red as she smiles at shakes your head.

Walking over to where you left your things, you look over at Dorothea to see that she’s made no move to go and put her clothes back on. Rather than to tell her to do so, you opt for following her lead, and bring about an invigorating giggle from her by picking up your new axe and turn to face her.