Christel’s Insatiable Test: Ravaged in Anita’s Bedroom

I rap on Anita’s door that Saturday morning, dick already stirring hard. She pulls me inside, lips brushing mine quick. Then I freeze. Christel sits there, brunette waves to shoulders, green eyes piercing. Slim frame screams firm ass, toned legs in black opaque tights, brown velvet shorts hugging hips, white blouse taut. Heart hammers wild. Anita grins, drags me over. ‘Test time,’ she says. Christel wants proof I can handle two. She rises, cheeks my face, ass swaying as she grabs my hand, climbs stairs. Bedroom door shuts. Tension crackles air thick.

She tiptoes up, lips soft on mine. Tongues tangle slow, bodies crush. My cock throbs against her belly. She sinks to knees, belt unbuckles, pants drop. Fist pumps my shaft stiff. Mouth engulfs whole, throat deep, sucking fierce. Saliva drips, balls tighten. She bobs faster, hand twisting base. No holding back. I erupt, hot jets flood her mouth. She gulps every drop, tongue cleans me shiny.

The Fever Builds

‘A maintenant, your turn,’ she purrs, peeling off blouse, shorts, tights. Purple lace string and bra cling to sweat-glistened skin. I strip bare. She straddles, arms snake my neck. ‘Show me.’ Lips lock again, sweet hunger. Fingers unhitch bra. Small tits firm, nipples peak rigid. Mouth claims them, suck hard. She moans low, back arches. Hands roam her thighs, ass.

Flip her down, eyes devour spread form. Lips trail neck, cleavage, tits alternating sucks. Belly quivers under kisses. Navel teased. Panties edge, fabric soaked. Kiss thighs inner, tongue sneaks under elastic. She bucks, whimpers sharp. Roll her prone, devour ass cheeks. Tug thong deep, fingers graze slit. Rip panties off. Pussy gleams, landing strip dark. Legs splay wide.

Mouth dives. Lips part slick folds. Tongue lashes clit swollen. Fingers plunge one, two, curl fast. She screams muffled, hips grind face. Hand clamps head, body convulses. Orgasm rips, juices flood.

The Savage Blaze

She yanks me up, kisses taste her musk. Cock slides home, drenched walls grip. Thrust slow deep, cries escape. Pace builds, sweat slicks skin. Grab ass cheek, pound. She rolls us, cowgirl fierce. Hips grind clit on me. Hands claw tits, thighs. She shudders, cums howling, collapses panting.

I hold, cock pulsing inside. She kneels doggy, ass perfect. Slam in, balls slap wet. Grip hips bruising, thrusts savage. Climax crashes, seed pumps deep. Groan raw, pull out slow, cum strings connect.

She wipes dripping thighs, dresses swift. Downstairs silent. Anita glances up from magazine, eyes hungry. ‘He’ll do.’ Christel bags up, pecks my lips. ‘Soon.’ Door clicks shut. Anita presses close, shoves my hand down pants. String soaked, pussy throbs hot. Skin still burns, hearts race echoes, this blaze etched forever.