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Anton
Friday 9:12 Pm
The way she’s wiggling her plump, firm ass against my cock makes me want to bend her over right here and now.
But to do that means I lose the game. And watching her do naughtier and naughtier things for bracelet after bracelet is the most erotic fucking thing on the planet.
Percy is a woman with no shame. That’s always been her thing. She owns it and wears it like a badge of honor.
It’s part of her charm.
It’s part of why I find myself so completely—and without reservation—in love and in awe of her. And it’s why she’s the perfect woman to be my future queen.
She turns around to face me. Her hands begin to unzip my pants.
I don’t stop her. This is her show. And—if I’m being completely honest—I’m curious to see where this is leading.
But when she looks up at me I don’t see a look of recognition. I see lust, hunger, and want—hard to miss with eyes as expressive as hers—but she doesn’t look at me like a familiar lover or husband. She looks at me as if I’m a stranger.
I should care that she’s so drunk she doesn’t realize it’s me—I know that I should—but that’s not who Percy and I are.
In the end, it doesn’t matter how wasted she gets. If I’m in the room, she gravitates to me.
Nobody else in the world can deliver what we crave. If she’s trashed—if I’m trashed—if we’re both drunk out of our minds—we want each other. We always have, we always will.
It’s not just lust.
That’s fucking love. Real love.
You can’t find something like that in the bottom of a bottle—that’s for sure.
Percy’s hand reaches into the opening of my pants. Her fingers reach under the waistband of my underwear and she pulls it down to free my cock.
“Ohhhh, you weren’t kidding about agrand prizeat all, were you?” she says with delight.
“I’m not a man prone to exaggeration.”
Her fingers wrap around the base of my cock. She squeezes her hand firmly in a vain attempt to make her fingers touch around my girth.
They don’t.
Percy’s hand moves along the length of my cock and squeezes out a large helping of precum. Her palm slides over the velvet head, and massages all that warm fluid over the length with another firm stroke.
Her tongue glides along her pink, pouty lips as my cock begins to glisten in the neon-colored lights.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Do you always ruin moments like this by asking such an obvious question?”
I reach into my pocket and pull out a new bracelet for her wrist.
She slips it on with the others and drops down to her knees before me.
My hand grabs her hair and wraps it around my fist—as a proper gentleman would.
Percy spits on the head and shaft of my cock.
