Bunni grabbed Niccolo by the dick and led him from the living room. He trailed her to the master bedroom that was across from the sofa. The same sofa where Freddie Bain found himself lit with shots of whiskey.
The master bedroom was only a few feet from the sofa on the first floor. Bunni didn't give a fuck. Her drunk of a husband wasn't getting in the way of a nut. A nut she desired for years.
"Get on your knees," she demanded.
Niccolo pulled a Kaepernick and kissed her kneecaps. He ran his tongue toward her left thigh while he massaged the right. He finger-popped the peach fuzz between her legs until she came. She flinched from him clutching her ass after a slap that popped like firecrackers. Her breathing told him to run his tongue up her pink passion so she could cum again.
Bon Appetit.
Her pheromone played double dutch with his nostrils, seducing him to jump between her legs. The sweetest scent roped him in. The natural fragrance. The summer breeze that erected his phallic. She finessed his brain to write love letters to his heart. The brain said, go get it, and the heart replied, I'm on it.
"I didn't say 'Bunni Says'." She slapped him across the face in her version of Simon Says.
She looked down and saw his light brown eyes beg, gimme more. She slapped him again and pushed his face between her legs. She stood over him to mark her territory even though he was someone else's man. That someone else was busy pleasuring herself on the bed.
"Katari says, 'Fuck her good'." Katt got off from watching him submit.
Katt wasn't interested in a threesome. She wanted to watch. Voyeurism made her cum as much as sex.
Niccolo used his legs to lift Bunni off her feet. He didn't flinch. He didn't struggle. He swooped her off the black carpet to lay her at the foot of the bed.
The scent of femininity teased the back of his nose when he dipped his head between her legs, unlocking the pheromone from cells to free the fuck me fumes from the nostrils to the brain. I want you to want me...let me in. Her freshness seduced him to click the bulb in his head to tell him to eat the pussy until she squirts.
Her breathing picked up. She rested her legs on his shoulders like sitting on a beach chair in the shade. She fantasized about his dick throbbing in the pit of her pussy. She felt a feminine touch suddenly play with her nipples. The softness of the hand played the right keys for her to sing high notes as she got her pussy ate. She opened her eyes and peeped the same hand massage her breasts. She blew kisses at the woman and pushed him away from her.
"Bunni says, 'Stop'," Bunni whispered.
She inhaled fuuuuuuck, and exhaled goddaaaaaamn!
She beckoned him over to lay on top of her. She whipped out a condom for him to slide between her knees. He threw on the shield and eased in, stretching the pussy that went from the purr of a cat to the roar of a lioness when she felt every inch of him inside.
Missionary style was his favorite position. He used his pelvic to rub on the clit, digging his dick in-and-up to hit the G-spot. She crawled away as she needed more room to spare.
"Baby, slow down...you got too much dick," she breathed; adjusting her crown as a size queen to take his width.
He kept going.
"You didn't say 'Bunni says'." He dug in deeper to hit the front of her uterus.
He dug so deep that she scratched his back. Her eyes opened like wow! The room was a blur. She gasped from his thrusts, feeling like she was beamed to another dimension.
