Strip Questions with Manon: Game Turns into Devouring Lust

My small house. Late July evening. Big rug under us. Pastis glasses empty. Manon, 21, curvy as sin—thick hips, round ass in black leggings—sits cross-legged. T-shirt tight. We’re naked now. Her small, firm tits out. White skin. Perky nipples hardening. My thick cock strains, veined, leaking.

Strip-questions on Stranger Things. She’s a fanatic. I lose first rounds. Socks, shirt, pants gone. Boxer tents. She grins, eyes sparkling. Pastis flows. Grenadine sweetens hers. Laughter mixes with heat. Heart pounds. Her turns: bra off. Tits like ripe apples. I throb. She wins again. Boxer drops. She stares. Bold gaze on my erection.

The Fever Builds on the Rug

She loses. Tanga slides down. Bush neat. Tight slit gleams. Clit hooded. Cock pulses, near explosion. Gage shifts: loser massages head. She wins. My fingers in her long hair. Pressing skull. She sighs, relaxes. Alarm beeps.

Next: chest massage. She wins. Lies back. Hands roam her soft belly, sides. Circle tits. Pinch nipples last seconds. They stiffen. She breathes heavy. Sits up. Pussy lips part. Wet shine.

Mouth massage gage. She loses. Five minutes on my chest. Lips trail. Belly. Cock brushes cheek. Tongue flicks base. Laps pre-cum. Sucks gland slow. Swirls. Deep throats tease. Alarm cuts it. She pops off smirking.

She wins payback. I dive. Hands spread her. Tongue laps slit. Savor taste. Lips yield. Clit swells in mouth. Suck, flick. She trembles. Alarm too soon.

Blaze of Flesh and Urgency

Ass massage. She wins. Cushion under belly. Legs spread. I kneel between thighs. Her fat cheeks spread. Hole winks. Pussy drips. Hands knead globes. Thumbs stroke lips. Dip in. She floods. Grinds back. Breaths ragged. Ten minutes I cheat. Fingers ravage.

She rises shaky. Eyes on my cock. I offer stop. Or final gage: she wins, rides me. Loses, spooned. She demands question. Wins. Condom on. She mounts slow. Guides thick head to her heat. Sinks inch by inch. Pauses. Eyes lock. Full depth. Groans escape.

Her hips roll. Slow devours. Leans in. Kiss devours. Tits to my mouth. Suck nipples hard. She rubs clit fierce. Builds. Cries erupt. Body arches. Squirt soaks me. She grabs cock, re-enters. I thrust up. Hands grip ass cheeks. Pound deep. Gazes fuse. Her pleasure mirrors mine.

Orgasm hits. Cock spasms. Fill her pulsing walls. Hold tight.

Ashes settle. She curls beside. Whispers: first real fuck. I confess craving her curves. She blushes: more games soon. Dresses quick. Kiss cheek. Leaves. Skin still burns. Heart races memory. Next game brews. Bolder.