commander

panic

Nala

Torra pulled me into his bedroom, reaching into his dresser drawer and pulling out a small box. He quickly pulled it open, revealing a small box wrapped in red velvet. Torra dropped to a knee and preferred the standard proceedings.

"Will you marry me?" He asked, a goofy smile on his face.

"Oh, Torra." I dropped to my knees in front of him and took the ring, an asymmetrical diamond welded to a polished steel band. "You have got to be joking. This is......" I was at a loss for words. Torra grabbed my hand and slid it on, watching it fit perfectly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled me to him, pressing my mouth against his. I could faint from all the happiness making my head dizzy. Torra embraced me with his arms, pulling me into him and and his dick. It was hard.

Moisture collected in my panties has Torra moved his hips against mine. He stepped up and grabbed me, my legs wrapping around his hips. He laid me on his bed, kissing down my neck, unbuttoning my shirt. He made no effort to stop, becoming much too intrigued with the valley between my breasts to care about anything else. He trailed further down, unzipping the leather trousers and yanking them off. He kissed down my stomach and on the hem of my panties, hooking his fingers and pulling them down teasingly slowly.

"Hurry up!" I whined, my panties finally on the floor. Torra kissed on the inside of my knee, then thigh, then just above my clit. His fingers brushed up the slit, collecting moisture before gently rubbing it over my clit. I breathed hard.

Torra wrapped both of his arms around my legs, pulling my entire body closer to him. He pressed his tongue into me, flicking slowly at first, then quickly. I bit my cheek, trying to stay silent.

"There's no one in the house baby. Let it go." He said the words into my clit, his lips brushing the sensitive nerves. I immediately moaner at the sensation of electricity coasting through my veins as his tongue began flicking faster and faster. My legs tensed as an orgasm crested, Torra going even faster as I moaned in the empty house.

Torra held tighter to my legs as they shook, making me retreat and pulling myself back. "You really have a thing for eating me out." I panted like I had just ran a thousand miles, my face a hot mess.

"You taste so sweet." Torra grabbed my ankles, standing from the edge of the bed and coming towards me again.

"Not anymore." I breathed. "Let me do this for you." I stared at him, his dick very profound in his trousers. I got off the bed, taking his hand and sitting him on the edge of the mattress. I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, taking my time as he did with me. He took his arms out, now shirtless. I dropped to me knees, my hands brushing down his stomach over the defined muscle.

"Stand up." I told. Torra listened and unzipped his pants, letting me pull the fabric down.

"Are you sure you—"

"Yes."

The bulge in his boxer shorts couldn't be as daunting as it was. I took a deep breathe before pinching the waistband and pulling it down gently. It flung free, like a spring.

"Go slow. Don't hurt yourself." Torra combed his fingers through my hair. I nodded before looking back.

"Tell me what to do."

"Spit in your hands and grab me." I breathed hard before listening, spitting and wrapping my hands around him. I did what I've seen before. Twisting, a firm grip but not a tight one, things Andi has done.

Torra groaned, his chest rising and falling quickly.

"Are you okay?" I stopped in case I was hurting him.