Eliza grabbed my neck and pushed her soft finger to my lips. I felt powerless and small. She pushed herself on top of me, her hips slowly but aggressively moved back and forth on my thigh.
"I want you to do whatever I say, Tia. Mind you... I will return the favor..." Eliza breathed into my ear. Her voice trailed and suddenly cut off as she started softly kissing my neck.
"Yes, Eliza." I whimpered, a noise hardly came from my mouth, I was scared to make any noise for we could be caught. I felt so good yet so dirty. "What do you want me to do?" I whispered into her ear.
"Let me leave my mark on you." She panted. "Let me give you what you deserve." She moved up to my jawline and to my lips.
Her lips were soft, like the ones you'd find on an angel. She grew more aggressive.
I felt her tongue down my throat and her grind on my leg became more intense. I'd never felt so much like water before, I felt as though I could freeze and melt if the temperature was just right. Her lips left mine. I opened my eyes to see her gazing into my eyes with intense passion.
"May I?" She giggled quietly.
"yes." My heart melted. My body went weak; I felt numb.
She worked her way down to where my pajama pants worked as a boundary between life and my black thong, which was hiding a precious pearl who only myself and my parents knew was there. For they changed my diapers for the first two years of my life, before everything went crazy and dad left.
Eliza lifted my grey tank-top and kissed my belly all the way down to my pants. She slowly rolled them down and resumed to kiss the skin that was no longer hidden, but exposed by a tiger, hungry for love. She got to my panties. Once she crossed the thin, black cloth, she tore my pajamas off. Her soft hands started to stroke my crotch, I whimpered.
