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kinktober #18

skirt

usually, the guy's girl would wear her skirt all day for easy access. her boyfriend would rub his hands all along her thighs, touch her pussy when they were in line at a store, or grab her bare ass whenever she got up to eat.

this time, the roles were reversed.

it was a cute little skirt. black, stopped just above mid thigh for dominic, while he wore a sweater underneath it. he didn't care about the stares when he walked through the day with it on—all he thought about was you. the way your hands would touch him—his hips, his thighs, his dick. he wore no underwear the entire day you two were out, so if he got hard (which he did) it definitely showed.

at a restaurant, you would grab his cock through his skirt. your hand moved up the muscle deliberately slow and he felt like screaming. the fabric of the skirt rubbing against his sensitive dick just made him throb, and soon enough he was begging for you to do something.

the day continued and he really couldn't take it anymore—he needed to be inside of you and he needed it now.

being at a party with hundreds of people proved very useful as he pinned you up against one of the hallways of the house the party was held in, pushing up the dress you wore. he was quick to fish his dick out from underneath his skirt, burying his cock inside of you and moaning shakily in the crook of your neck.

it was easy to hide. your hands found the ends of that pretty skirt, holding onto it for dear life as he fucked you open against that wall. he was growling, muttering about how much you teased him throughout the day, all because he wore a plain black skirt.

you couldn't help it. you came quickly, shivering slightly against his body and he was close behind you. he stayed pressed up against you anyway, and your hands stayed gripping at that damn skirt.