Suki takes Chet

Suki was sprawled out, breathless and flushed, with her black dress bunched up high around her waist. He reached for her ankle, trailing his palm up her calf and pressing his thumb into the slender muscle as he worked his way to her knee, then higher. Her skin was warm and unnaturally smooth. The contrast between her petite leg and his thick, muscular arm made the moment feel even more electric for her.

Suki let her knees fall open, inviting him between her thighs. Her eyes were wide with anticipation. “I can’t believe you’re real,” she breathed, letting her hands explore the sculpted plane of his chest. Next she traced the deep groove of his abs down to where his cock stood out thick and flushed and already leaking with his own excitement.

He caught her hand, pinning it gently above her head as he leaned down to kiss her. With his free hand, he pulled her panties aside, letting his fingers slip over her wet, swollen folds, teasing her with a gentle, careful pressure until she whimpered beneath him.

“Relax,” he murmured, “I’ve got you.”

She gasped, lifting her hips as he circled her clit with his thumb and slipped two fingers inside her, finding her tight and hot and so ready. He worked her open, watching her dark eyes flutter closed, her breath coming faster as she clenched around him.

When she was shivering desperately and clawing at his shoulders, he finally let go of her wrist. He wasted no more time pulling away the tiny bit of material that passed as her underwear away, and then guided his cock to her entrance. He pressed just the head against her soaked opening and paused, letting her feel the stretch from the tip as it pressed against her. He waited until she looked up at him, wild and wanting.

Suki met his gaze, breathless and chewing on her full lip. “Please be careful. I’m a little nervous about the size of that.”

Chet smiled and winked. “Trust me. You’re going to love it,” he murmured, letting his confidence do what nerves never could.

He lined himself up, bracing a hand at the curve of her hip, and pressed forward slowly, savoring the anticipation. Suki tensed at first, expecting the sharp sting of pain as her small pussy stretched wide around the thick, unyielding head of his cock, but it never came. Instead, as he eased in, inch by inch, and the fullness built inside her, she felt a perfect, satisfying stretch that sent shivers of pleasure spiraling up her spine.

Her eyes widened. “Oh my god… how is that not hurting?”

Chet leaned down, nipping at her earlobe. “My own special magic touch, honey. So like I said, just relax and enjoy the ride.” He kept moving, a little deeper, pausing to let her adjust. One broad hand splayed across nearly the expanse of her stomach as if holding her in place. “I told you you’ll love it.”

Suki’s breath was coming faster now, and it felt as if every nerve were alight. Her body was opening to him with no resistance, just that exquisite, almost impossible sense of being filled in a way she’d never imagined. She clung to his biceps, nails digging in an effort to keep herself steady as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.

With a slow, final push, Chet buried himself all the way, groaning as her heat closed around him tight and perfect. Suki gasped, winding her legs around his waist, and throwing her head back in surrender. There was no pain, just an overwhelming, intoxicating fullness, stretching her until nothing else mattered.

He stilled, watching her face, all bravado gone. “You still with me?” he asked, grinding his pelvis against her mound.

She nodded, wonder and disbelief flooding her expression. “It feels… so good. I’ve never-” Her words broke off as her hips rocked up, greedy for more.

Chet grinned, finding his rhythm of slow, deep thrusts that made the bed groan beneath them. Every stroke sent ripples of pleasure through her core. Suki’s cries grew louder and sharper, her body trembling as he moved inside her, never too much, never too rough, just that perfectly addictive feeling.

He drove her higher with every motion, hips pressing and retreating in steady waves, and it was like his hands were everywhere. First, they were cupping her breast, then brushing her cheek, then holding her leg higher around his hip. Suki surrendered to it, lost in the sensations, every part of her body alive and burning, filled in ways she’d never even dreamed.

And through it all, Chet’s smile stayed spread across his face, keeping his eyes locked on hers, showing that he’d always known this would be nothing but pleasure for her, because that’s just a part of what he was made for.

He moved inside her with deep, steady strokes, gradually picking up the pace. Each thrust filled her, stretching her around him, making her gasp for breath. Suki could feel every thick inch in the way his cock pressed against her walls, the ridge of his head dragging heat and friction through her slick center. Her thighs tightened around his waist, drawing her knees up as he pushed deeper and his hips rocked into her again and again.

Her body responded instinctively by lifting her hips to meet his, toes curling along his sides from the feeling, as though he should be pushing into her stomach, he was so deep. Chet’s hands gripped her waist, holding her in place as he sat more upright. His muscles were tense under her fingers as she clung to his forearms. Her palms were sweaty, making it harder to hold on through every movement and jolt of sensation.

Her breath quickened, turning into helpless moans. The pleasure inside her mounted, not gradually but with a sudden, unstoppable ****. Suki’s eyes squeezed shut, and her hands shot out to grip the bedding, clutching at it as her muscles tightened around him, her body clenching hard.

She cried out, shuddering, her back arching as the orgasm took hold. Her pussy squeezed him rhythmically, every pulse making her feel him even more. Her thighs trembled above her jerking hips, as they worked to meet him, and her whole body shook with the orgasm.

Chet groaned her name, encouraging her, never slowing and savoring the way she throbbed and pulsed around him. He stayed deep inside her, grinding slowly to draw out every spasm, every flutter of her muscles as she finally went limp beneath him, panting.

Even as her body trembled from the aftershocks, Suki urged him on, keeping her hips open to welcome each thrust. Her voice was hoarse and **** from her exertions.

“Come on, baby. After that, I need to feel you finish. Don’t hold back,” she sputtered.

Hearing her beg, Chet was suddenly close, and her tightness pulling at him with suction, helped bring him closer. His movements grew rougher, and his breathing started hissing through his teeth. She could see his muscles straining as he approached the inevitable. “Alright sweetheart, you wanted it,” he warned.

But Suki wasn’t finished with him yet. She pressed her hands to his chest, using all her strength to push him back. He let her, surprised but grinning, as she coaxed him upright to sit back on his heels. He spread his thighs wide on the rumpled bed as Suki knelt in front of him, slipping between his knees. Her eyes took a second to run down his chest and over the hard ridges of his abs, but she didn’t waste any time.

Her hands found his cock, slick with her juices, and almost purple with need. She wrapped one hand around the base, then the other to stroke the upper half, working in tandem. Even with both hands, she couldn’t cover all of him. She glanced up, met his eyes with a wicked, satisfied smile, and then took him into her mouth.

She let her lips stretch around the head, swirling her tongue, and sliding her hand up and down the thick shaft while the other gripped and circled his base, squeezing and stroking. She was greedy, with her mouth and both hands moving together, determined to take as much of him as she could. The size of him tested her jaw, but she hollowed out her cheeks as she drew him as deep as she could, letting her saliva mix with his precum, tasting salt and something delicious, almost familiar, like a flavor from her past she couldn’t quite place.

Chet groaned, dropping his head back, but not so far he couldn’t watch her. He tangled his fingers in her hair, swooping it up so he could see. His whole body was drawn tight as a bowstring. Her mouth and hands worked him with deep, steady strokes, coaxing him to the edge. “That’s it, Suki- here it comes-”

She didn’t let up, taking what she could and determined not to pull away. She didn’t want to risk a single drop ruining her makeup or staining her black dress. His thighs tensed, and his body began to shudder, and then he let go with a rough, satisfied groan. Finally, he was spilling his hot, thick seed onto her tongue.

She felt him coating her mouth and tongue, swallowing quickly, surprised by the taste, the richness and the strange, almost nostalgic sweetness beneath the salt. It was so much better than she’d experienced before, though she didn’t have time to think about it as he pulsed again and again. Her mouth stayed with him through every twitch and shiver. Her hands never left his cock, jerking him into her mouth and her jaw working until he finally eased back, breathless.

When he was spent, her jerking turned to pressing as she used her thumb along the underside of his shaft to coax every last drop from the tube. She started at the root, working all the way to the tip several times, until she finally let him slip from her mouth. Licking her lips, she caught her breath, and smiled at him with shining eyes that were filled with satisfaction and something close to wonder. She crawled up onto his lap, straddling him, letting her lips brush his jaw as she nipped at his skin.

“I think I love the ‘80s a little bit more now,” she teased, curling into his arms as he pulled her close. One big hand was enough to cover most of her ass, as he held her to him and ran his other palm up and down her spine. The bed creaked beneath them, with their bodies tangled together, both of them humming from the afterglow as the neon glow and muffled music from the party made it all feel dreamlike and impossibly right for her.

Chet let out a satisfied scoff. “Pfft,” he managed and he traced his thumb along the back of her ear. “Babe, I gotta tell you- the ‘80s were never as good as what you just did. Not even close.”

His gaze drifted down to where her dress still hugged her chest, catching the neon light. He gave her a teasing grin. “And for the record, your tits look fucking fantastic in that dress. But next time, you gotta let me see ‘em for real.”

Suki laughed, her voice still breathless as she nestled closer. “If it means there’s a next time, you can do whatever you want with me.”

Chet grinned wide, tugging her in for one more kiss. “You better believe I’m holding you to that.”

Suki laughed, then leaned back just enough to tug the top of her dress down, flashing her small, perky breasts for him. Her areolas looked like they couldn’t have been bigger than a dime and were a dusky brown, while the nipples sat small atop them, still tight from the lingering afterglow. They stood out against her smooth, almost tawny-colored skin. The view was quick but memorable, and Chet’s gaze lingered with open appreciation.

She giggled, covering herself again and slipping off his lap to fix her dress. “There, now you’ve seen everything. Where’d you toss my panties?”

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