Tara’s Seduction

Ha, ha! It's funny. I still smile, holding back my giggles, every time I remember that my first time with him... wasn't with him, but with Jessa!

Sweet, gentle Jessa, whose body I only came to know... because of him!

Oh, gosh! That son of a g...! How can I possibly forget how quickly everything had evolved?

One moment we were in the sofa, I and Jessa, facing the TV, watching Netflix, chatting about... him!…

Then, when she least expected, we were on her small bed, making love with all care in the world so as not wake up her partner on the other room —a care that, in the passing of the minutes, of the hours, was lost.

All because of him!

My friend's soft white skin; her hair, so pleasant to fondle; her waist so thin and her belly so fit; the nipple of her so spectacular breast on my mouth, to the bliss of my tongue, which stroked it in circles, and my lips which sucked it while my fingers, ooh!, got her all wet down there, stroking the inner walls of her delicious and delicate pussy, so reddish and sweet, oh, God!

And she trying to act tough with me, clearly trying to dominate me for once, but failing —while being so cute at it!

Oh, I remember her shyness, in such a sweet way trying to get herself lost in the act and make herself wild, but clearly still very insecure, leaving up to me the task of being the man on the bed.

O, my pleasure!

Little by little, however, her kisses getting greedy, her mouth becoming curious: she reveled on my lips and started to bite them and drag them with her teeth; at first she avoided my pussy, which I fingered furiously with my left hand, until she became courageous and, very lightly, finally touched it, making me groan with surprise and delight, then give her that naughty look of an awakened beast, a hungry lioness, and then devour her, oh, yes!, with even greater passion!

All because of him.

Our delightful masturbation in front of the TV, after we could no longer resist just talking and talking while our cunts swelled and soaked, pulsating almost as deeply as out heartbeats...!

All because of him.

Our delicate, then passionate, then savage make-out session on her tiny parlor, after my provocations got truly out of hand and worked so much better than anything I could possibly have dreamed...!

All because of him.

Our lovely embrace besides the TV, us both standing while I brought her tiny figure up on my body, lifting her as if she weighted nothing, and then sliding my fingers inside her pussy so was to make her come and spout and flood her feminine cum in a way so few women in the world were able to...!

All because of him.

When we laid down and I started to savor her like an animal, gathering all my focus so as not to hurt her from fingering her with so much strength, or not to suck her tits and her lips and her neck and her waist and her reddish, aching, soaking wet pussy with so much hunger that I'd end up startling her…

All because of him.

When I made her come... when she made me come... when we both came and came so much that her friend, on the room next door, woke up and marched up to us at first with an angry look, then with a curious one…

All because of him.

All that happened in that night and in the following nights, each steamier than the other until I finally got... him...!

All because of him!

Son of a bitch! Son of a gun who knows so well what he provokes in us women —what he provokes in me, his woman!— and never had any scruple or felt any remorse in abusing such power!

Him, it was all because of him! My greatest love —or my greatest passion! The King of the Threesome, Lord of my Pussy, or quite simply…

The King!