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The shirt beneath his sweater was wrinkled and faded, but Birgitta didn’t care. She tore it off his body and instantly dropped her hands down to his pants. Fiddling with the button and zipper, Kent just stood there motionless. Birgitta tried not to think about the way he was acting. Knowing that he wasn’t interested in her at all would only kill her mood more.
Only when he was totally naked did he really look around the room. It was like he was a robot stuck on auto-pilot. His eyes focused on the bed and all the toys. He didn’t even flinch. He just walked over to his side. His limp dick swung between his legs.
He’s not even hard,Birgitta thought, dismayed.What the hell am I going to do with him?
Birgitta waited until he was spread-eagle on the bed, staring up to the ceiling. She got on all fours at the end of the bed and crawled toward him, keeping her ass high above her head. Something about that caught Kent’s attention. He looked directly at her ass cheeks behind her head. Birgitta saw his cock twitch. She smiled.
She took her sweet time climbing on top of him, letting her hands drift over his hairy legs and stomach. When her thighs were on either side of his hips, her wetness just inches above his pole, she reached her hand down between her legs and felt his shaft. It was still slightly soft, but starting to get hard.
With nothing else to do, she leaned down and began to kiss his thin, cracked lips. Her right hand clamped around his shaft and started to pump up and down. Almost instantly she could feel him responding, hardening beneath her grip.
Eventually, Kent started to moan. His hands grabbed at her bosom and thighs, grasping handfuls of her skin as he bucked his hips. Birgitta smiled, feeling his body finally respond to her. She moaned into his mouth, faking it to try and get him more riled up.
When he was hard in her hand, Birgitta sat up on her knees. It took her a moment to position his cockhead at her lower lips but, when she managed it, she lowered herself down onto him. His girth spread her open, pushing through her cunny with ease.
Birgitta leaned back, her hands resting against Kent’s thighs for support. Loud, guttural sounds escaped her, sounds she didn’t quite recognize. In her mind, all she could see was Malik. His round, plump lips on her breasts. His dark eyes boring into hers. His rough, large hands grabbing her ass and spreading her cheeks.
When Kent’s hands grabbed Birgitta’s hips, she found it easy to imagine it was Malik beneath her. She kept her eyes clamped shut as she raised her hips, readying herself to fuck his brains out.
“Fuck me,” Birgitta sighed. “Fuck me hard.”
Kent didn’t oblige her. Instead, Birgitta had to set the pace. It didn’t take long for her to break out into a sweat as she bounced up and down in his lap. She felt his cock pushing into her, hard, fast, and deep. She clenched her teeth together trying not to scream out Malik’s name. If that happened, she doubted Kent would ever sleep with her again.
Birgitta pounded him, letting his cock slam into her. Their skin slapped loudly as their bodies crashed together. Kent’s hands stayed cemented to her hips as she rode him. Birgitta wished that he would slap her, throw her off and turn her over, take her from behind. He did no such thing.
Even though Kent wasn’t helping much, Birgitta could feel herself coming closer to climax. Sweat dripped down her back, gliding down her spine as she bounced up and down as hard as she could. Her thighs ached and her stomach clenched as she rolled her hips into his. She could feel the tension rising up from the pit of her stomach, steadily growing as they fucked. The orgasm was there, just beneath the surface, ready to burst and give Birgitta the sweet release she so desperately needed.
“Mama?” A voice called out from downstairs, muffled by the layers of floor and walls. “Papa?”
Birgitta paused, panting heavily. She leaned down, letting her hands sink into the mattress on either side of Kent’s shoulders. She turned her head to the side and listened intently, wondering who the hell was in her house.
“Mama!” It was Julia’s voice.
Birgitta immediately jumped off Kent. She heard his cock slide out of her with a horrible wet sound. She rushed to the back of the bedroom door and slipped her silk robe over her shoulders. Tying it tightly around her waist she made sure her breasts were covered before rushing downstairs.
Heat deepened in her cheeks and her hair was slicked against her forehead. The orgasm was long forgotten and lost. There was no chance she was going to get it now, not since Julia had decided to come home. Birgitta could feel her stomach churning as she hurried to see her daughter. She felt like a teenager again, getting caught having sex in her parents’ bed.
Julia stood in the middle of the kitchen, a small bag on the floor next to her. As she took off her coat, she looked over to her mother. Julia instantly started laughing. She covered her mouth with her hands.
“Mama,” she said, trying to stifle herself. “What wereyoudoing, I wonder?”
Birgitta wiped her sweaty brow and noticed that a flood of salty water came off with her fingers. She groaned at the sight of it and wiped it on her silk gown, leaving a long, dark smear on the fabric.
“Did I disturb you and Papa?” Julia asked, moving to the hooks on the wall to hang up her coat.
“We’re adults,” Birgitta said, struggling to find the right words. “Adults do things.”
“Mmhm,” Julia said, smiling broadly. “I’m sure you do.”
“Baby, what are you doing here?” Birgitta asked, getting to the point a little too harshly.
Julia stopped walking and frowned at her mother. “It’s Friday,” Julia said, confused. “I’m home for the weekend.”
“Home for the weekend,” Birgitta repeated slowly.
“Did Papa fuck your brains out?” Julia asked, trying not to smile. “Or have you just forgotten about me?”
Birgitta couldn’t help but laugh at her daughter’s sharp tongue. “Be nice,” she warned. “I’m tired. I’ve had a long day.”
