My Little Secret: A Kamala Harris Love Story

Chapter 86: Late Night Cravings

Warning: the following contains strong explicit sexual content that may not be suitable for anyone under 🔞 viewers discretion is advised.

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I kept smelling Kamala's panties she handed to me as the aroma hit on whole other different level and sure enough, my body couldn't take it anymore. There's gotta be a place where I can relieve myself. Maybe a bathroom to jerk off so I can feel better. I kept having that mental image of her naked body drawn into my mind as if she knew how to weaken me.

I managed to maintain my cool walking over to Kamala who is talking Jill.

"Hello ladies, sorry if I'm interrupting anything but Kamala um... Can we talk? Privately please?" I asked as Jill smirked as if she knew what's going on.

"I'm gonna let you two love birds have some fun then, I'll let Joe know so don't worry." She said winking at Kamala before walking off on the floor as Kamala picked them up.

"So um babe, about what just happened -" before I could finished Kamala stopped me in the tracks.

"Don't worry, this is a office key of mines." Kamala reassures me as a distraction while grabbing my hand as we walked out of the dining hall, leaving the White House together while getting into the limousine.

The scent of her perfume is breathtaking that I was getting excited down there between my legs.

The thought of her naughty and seductive side made me flustered, the same perfume drags me closer and closer to her.

Afterwards, we arrived back home as she closes the door. Making sure no one disrupts us as we both headed up the stairs reaching for our bedroom as the door closes from behind.

"I'm all yours...."

She forcefully shoved me on the bed throwing her heels aside to the floor as my mind began spinning, I couldn't think straight as I sat there frozen, paralyzed.

She planted a fingertip underneath my chin as I stared at her lustful dark eyes while she undid my tuxedo. Despite my scar I had from the beginning of our relationship, Kamala doesn't seemed distracted like before, like the time she cried out after I got shot. She doesn't seemed worried anymore drawing attention towards my toned abs and a tattoo that she loves so damn much.

Gently, but at the same time with an incontestable strength, she pulled me closer into a kiss.

Her lips felt too reassuring, I couldn't get enough of her as I savoured the warmth that was emanated from us as our tongues made re-counters, yearning for desire.

She sat on top of my lap with the back of her knees touching.

Kamala grabbed my belt and managed to remove it before unzipping my pants with her hand causing me to stood a little leaning over to her direction.

Without hesitation, I laid her down on the bed.

Kamala can hear her own heartbeats, palpitations so loud that I got my attention as our hands intertwined. I bit my lower lip steadily examining her beautiful body from top to bottom.

"Kiss me..." She demands as I gave in locking lips with hers to the point my hands touched her breast and squeezed them gently. Kamala softly let out a moan reacting to me touching her body causing our kiss to intensify.