Page 102 of Lorenzo

Then her mouth is on me.

Em’s tongue traces the ridge of my crown. Then she brings her lips and fingers into the act while her tongue flutters around the tip.

“Good girl,” I groan, fisting her hair.

Her lips stretch so obscenely wide the ‘prim Emily’ of yore would not recognize herself.

Em hollows her cheeks, her tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles.

She continues to tease me with tiny licks, sucks, and kisses.

Though Em tries to go deeper, she’s a small girl. Her mouth is even smaller.

It’s time she’s properly initiated.

I fist her hair, using it to lift her face so she’s looking into my eyes.

“Entertain me. Remove your clothes. Slowly.”

Em obeys immediately. I settle against the cavern wall, making myself comfortable. Then watch to see what my little schoolmarm is capable of.

Em begins by unbuttoning her simple white top. Then she peels off the lacy strap of her bra.

She pulls down her jeans so her butt’s right in front of my face.

What a gorgeous ass. You’d never know it existed when it had been covered by that ridiculous tweed suit. Seeing I’m ready, she straddles me.

“Shall I give you a lap dance?”

“Do you know how?” I feel an irritating sense of surprise.

“I’ve seen the movies. Anora, for one,” she says. Em dances. She’s a beginner, but good.

Yet I’m rock hard exactly because it’s Em who’s performing for me. My hands cup her enticing breasts, squeezing the nipples harder than I know I should.

But my Em can take it. I tear her hair free of the tight ponytail and let it spill over her shoulders.

I spin her around and bend her down. Then I slip into her. She gasps, as always. A genuine Emily trademark.

“This is so good, Lorenzo. Don’t stop.”

“I’m MASTER to you,” I say, which only makes her ass move harder and faster against me as I slam into her.

I focus all my attention on touching her secret, sensitive places.

When she makes those little meows of pleasure, I know she’s ready. We climax together. An explosion of pleasure.

Gathering her into my arms, we recline together on the rough uneven cavern floor.

And as I embrace her, I see our shadow reflected against the cavern wall.

I’m not a superstitious person. But at that moment I feel an odd sense of foreboding and terror.

It can’t be the shadows. So it must be something else. Something I can’t name.

“What’s wrong?” She asks.

“Nothing,” I say with a smile, smoothing her hair.