Red Velvet Dress

Red velvet dress, sweet round derriere, waist, killer cleavage and a face to eat on summarized it.
“Am going in” That’s what I told my boys at the bar. I knew she was waay outta my league but a dude gotta do what you gotta do… to get laid.
“Hey can I sit?” She looked at my dressing maybe a bit disappointed but she decided she got nothing to lose. We sat there giving her my best of jokes with my treading carefully knowing that a misstep would surely get me packing.
“What do you do?” she asked.
“I deal in forensics” Which is clearly a white lie. Am broke as hell. Living on savings since I lost my last jobs and not been able to secure one. You remember I said waay out of my league. Chic was a lawyer…hell an advocate of some court I couldn’t remember. My concentration the whole time was on her killer rack the whole time.
We talked a lot and I couldn’t tell If it was my killer jokes or was the liquor taking a toll on her, Nevertheless I was liking it. I knew I had scored when she said “Let’s get out of here…” Well I knew where all this was going…

We reached her apartment door and she couldn’t keep her hands to her self anymore. She was all over me and till I managed to help her open the door. After the door was closed she led me upstairs. I couldn’t keep my eyes of her as the dress hugged her hips and butt snuggly. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her nicely rounded ass.
At her room she stared preening herself for me, running her hands down her body, turning and swaying her hips and allowing me a full scope of her appearance. She stood beside me as I settled on the bed, her perfect round tits about eye level.
“Open my zipper at the back” I had not noticed the zipper at the back. I turned her around with her back to me and pulled the zipper to the top of the crease on her butt…and guess what. No bra…
As her tits popped out I paused, her surprisingly long nipples jutting out at me, and couldn’t resist the urge to lick the tips. I could feel her body melt in my hands as she met my lips with hers. Her lips were hungry, her tongue active as she straddled my legs.
She was breathing heavily. I circled my hands in behind her butt, caressed her little cheeks and pulled her close to me while still sitting on the bed, kissing her belly and top of her bush, nuzzling and licking her page. She clutched my head to her while moaning, blessing me in her waters. Her skin was hot and burning to my touch. My Omuzigidi jammed along her belly and she turned down to relieve it from the pressures of my shorts.
Our mouths met in a wild kiss and her small hands encircled my shaft. We groaned as the knob of my shaft slipped between her legs gouging it way along her slippery hot wet page. I wanted to have her right there while she was aroused but decided to push a mile longer. She began to rock back and forth as I slipped one finger inside her followed by another as she gasped in bliss.
“Ooh God. We are going to do it, aren’t we? You are going to take me ain’t you?”
I worked my knees further between her legs and pulled her sweet little ass towards me until her little paged loomed over my shaft. I allowed her to adjust and settle down on it as we continued tonging each other. I let her grind at her own speed, her arms went around my neck as her little ass began pounding me. She was doing all the work while I was enjoying the ride. I worked a finger down her clit and could feel her body trembling at that touch. Her page clutched my shaft and a wave ran through my body.
Figuring she couldn’t grind no more I turned her down on her bed on the good old sweet mission we all love. Her fingernails were deep in my back skin; she was holding me tight. I began feeling a surge from my balls…
Evening went and moaning came (pun intended) that was…well… I couldn’t remember her name. I also think I didn’t ask. MaSiGaWRITES