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15. Fred/Angelina

Kinktober Day 15 (intercurral)

"Tell me what you want, love." George whispered in Angelina's ear. She was bent over the arm of the couch in his flat, her backside gloriously naked before him. He'd been teasing her for some time, dipping down to lick her clit but not quite long enough for her to cum before he'd stand back up and massage her tits. She was so aroused that her juices now coated the insides of her beautiful thighs. But he wasn't done. 

She heard the jingle of his belt and the zipper of her trousers and looked back over her shoulder. Finally. He was finally going to fuck her into the glorious state of bliss only George could take her to. After many weekends here at the flat alone while Fred went to visit Katie, she knew he had some skills. Today, though, he seemed to be in a wicked teasing mood. She felt the head of his cock brush against the back of her thigh and she shuddered with anticipation.

George wasn't quite ready to give in. He nudged her feet so her legs were tight together, then positioned his cock not at her entrance, but below it at the juncture of her thighs. Using the lubrication her arousal had created, he pushed the head of his cock between her soft thighs. She growled in frustration, but he leaned his chest across her back to keep her in position. He brought his lips close to her ear.

"What's the matter, love? Not what you want?" He started slowly pumping his cock between her tightly closed thighs, the friction bliss. He shut his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensations. She moaned in frustration, and George quickened his pace. "Want my cock somewhere else, love?" He grabbed the outsides of her thighs, holding them tight. He thrust between them a few more times, then abruptly stopped, turned, and started for the hall. Angelina whipped around.

"What? Where are you going?" She gasped, face red with arousal. He shrugged.

"Need a shower." He said, and she tore after him.