Misty Quigley || Jealous (P2)

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In the dimly lit practice room, I found myself arriving an hour early, taking advantage of the rare free period. As I entered, my eyes landed on Misty, preparing the equipment. "Hey," I greeted her, and a rosy blush tinted her cheeks as she responded with a soft, "Hi," barely audible.

I approached her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist. "We never finished yesterday's conversation," I reminded her, noticing her breath hitch as the key in her hand momentarily froze. "What's there to talk about?" she mumbled, trying to avoid the topic. I simply shrugged, drawing closer to her neck, and playfully teased, "Unlock the door."

Her fingers obeyed, and as soon as the door swung open, I gently pushed her inside and closed it behind us. Now standing in front of her, our eyes locked, and I admired her beauty. Tenderly, I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, inching closer to her lips. As she reached upwards to kiss me, I couldn't help but pull away slightly, teasing her.

A mischievous grin played on my lips as my hands found their way under her shirt, trailing up her back with a gentle touch. "Were you jealous then?" I asked, and she managed a small smile, admitting, "I have the right to be jealous if someone is taking what's mine."

Her words only fueled my desire, and I couldn't resist pulling her into a passionate kiss. My hands explored her body, moving back down to squeeze her ass, eliciting a whimper from her. "You sound so hot," I murmured in response to her moans, and she met my gaze, her lips parting slightly in anticipation of more.

With a daring move, my hands found her belt and started to unbuckle it while she wrapped her arms around me, kissing my neck sensually. As her jeans were unzipped, I couldn't help but admire her enticing figure. Slowly, I pulled the waistband of her underwear forward and slipped my hand in, feeling her wetness.

The pleasure she exuded was intoxicating, and I couldn't resist voicing my delight. "You're so wet already, and I haven't even done anything," I teased, savoring the moment. "Do something then," she replied, clearly eager for more. Encouraged, I removed her jeans and underwear completely, revealing her stunning form.

Pressing her against the wall, I trailed kisses down her thighs, causing her to gasp. Looking up at her, I placed one of her legs over my shoulder to grant easier access. With my eyes locked onto hers, I began to lick and suck at her clit, reveling in the sounds of pleasure she let out.

For a brief moment, I pulled away, and she frowned in disappointment. "Look at me," I commanded gently, and she complied, meeting my gaze. I resumed my ministrations, using my hand to rub her thigh, while maintaining eye contact, intensifying the connection between us.

Her legs trembled, and she let out a loud whimper as I continued. With her moans fueling my passion, I drove her closer to ecstasy until she finally reached her peak, undone over my tongue. Pulling away, I made my way back up her body, sharing a passionate kiss, allowing her to taste herself.

"Might wanna put some clothes back on; practice starts soon," I whispered.

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