#SSceneC2017 : Kelly Jamieson Vs Ginger Leone @KellyJamieson @GingerLeone

“I might need a little foreplay.” She shoots me a teasing look as she lies down on the bed.

“Oh, yeah. Right.” I move closer and lean down to kiss her. “Dancing. Kissing.”“The keys to my vag,” she says on a sigh. “Along with nipple-sucking and hair-pulling.”

“Jesus. Don’t hold back, spice girl. Tell me what you want.”

She bursts out laughing. “I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want.”

I grin. I love it that she got my joke.

Then she bites her bottom lip. “Does me telling you what I like bother you?”

“Fuck no! I love it.”

“Okay, good. Some men have a problem with a woman who’s too . . . forthright.”

I nuzzle her jaw, her ear, her neck, breathing in the delicious scent of her skin. “How else are you going to get what you want if you don’t ask for it?”

“I’m so glad you see it that way.” Her eyes have drifted closed, her lips parted.

I’m goddamn glad that she told me what she likes. Takes the guesswork out of it for me.

I kiss the pulse that’s beating at her throat, gently suck on her skin there, then kiss my way down over her chest. “Freckles here, too.” I lick them.

“I know. I hate my freckles.”

“They’re beautiful.”

I move over her now, between her legs. She parts her thighs and I sink into their cradle, a perfect fit. I slowly ease the silk slip up over her hips and waist, then she does an impressive crunch to sit up and pull it off over her head. She rolls back down and I press my face between her breasts, then kiss the inner curve of each one. I lick a slow circle around a nipple, which is already tightened. She does a quick inhale and I move to tease the other breast with more licking, finally sliding my tongue over her nipple.

She likes having these beauties sucked. And that’s perfect because damn, I could feast on them forever. I close my teeth so gently over one soft curve and she gasps.

“Getting wet, baby?” I slip a hand between us and investigate. “Oh, yeah. You are.” She’s slippery and swollen. Fuck, that’s hot.

She moves Venus to her pussy and attaches it somehow while I get rid of my pants.

Her gaze goes to my hand on my engorged dick, and her tongue slides over her bottom lip. “You’re . . . wow.”

I glance down. Yeah, I have a big dick. Again, not bragging. I’m glad she likes it.

She smiles, arms reaching for me. “Fuck me, Max.”

I grab a condom from the table beside the bed. After rolling it on, I rub the head of my dick up and down her slit. She’s watching with heavy-lidded eyes and widens her thighs even more as I push inside.

I lift her thighs up and back, my own legs spread wide as I slowly slide in and out, and her hands land on my knees and hold on to them as my strokes get harder, deeper, faster, jolting her. “Oh, yeah,” she breathes. “Fuck me like that.”

I’m not sure about this toy between us, but it’s small, so I stretch out over her to find her mouth again. After a hard kiss, I press my face into the side of her neck and roll my hips against her, balls deep inside her. I can barely feel the toy, other than the vibrating, which is nice. Apparently, she feels it more than I do, because she’s crying out and pressing up into my thrusts. Her hands are all over me, gripping my biceps, roaming over my shoulders and back.

“Oh, yeah!” Her head rolls on the pillow. I kiss her neck and her ear, and then I’m pounding into her, trying to give her what she wants and holy fuck, when she comes her nails dig into my shoulders and I swear her hips are a foot off the bed, holding herself tight against me as her pussy ripples around my dick and she shudders through her orgasm.

Pressure builds in my balls, tension climbs up my spine, and then fire explodes low in my belly, searing through my hips, and out my cock. Holding my dick deep inside her, I press her into the mattress, my nose buried in the side of her neck. I’m making a bunch of guttural noises as I empty myself. She’s petting my back now, kissing my shoulder, and when my cock finishes shooting, I can feel her pussy giving it tiny involuntary squeezes.

“So, why didn’t you come see me and tell me you were here?” Lisa asked, squeezing his hand in hers.

“I thought you’d be embarrassed of me, Ms. Elisabeth Caroline Davenport. Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked as he pressed her up against the long countertop that lined the wall nearest them and ground his already hard cock against her.

Her nipples peaked. “I didn’t want to scare you away,” she said as she nibbled up his neck to his earlobe. “Some men are intimidated by my status.” She bit down softly and tugged. “Are you?” Pulling at his belt, she unbuckled it and threw it to the floor.

Jon grabbed her by the ass and lifted her up onto the counter. His eyes darkened and fixed on her. “A little,” he said as he cocked a sexy half-grin. Then he crushed a kiss to her lips, plunging his tongue into her wanting mouth. They were ravenous. Tongues explored. Teeth scraped. She pulled off his jacket. He pulled off her dress. She ripped the buttons off his shirt. He tore off her camisole. His pants. Her slip. They were completely naked in the storage room. Flushed and breathless.

He dipped his hand in between her thighs. “How wet are you for me today?” He pulled his hand away and licked the juices from his fingers.

Lisa dove in for another kiss. “This was the best birthday party ever. I want to show you how grateful I am you’re here.” She hopped off the counter and onto her knees. She licked her lips and couldn’t wait to get her mouth on his delicious cock.

“But it’s your birthday. You should get all the good stuff,” he protested.

“This is the good stuff.” The storage room floor was old linoleum and cold but she didn’t care. She wrapped her hands around the base and stopped to look at the soft flesh. She ran her fingers up and down the shaft stroking it lightly, teasingly. Bending over she traced her tongue in circles around the head. “Maybe now you’ll believe me. I don’t care where you work. I only want to be with you.” She wanted to convince him she meant what she said.

Jon leaned back on the counter and moaned, “Lis-ssa.” Her pussy flooded at the sound of her name coming from his lips cocooned in pleasure. She looked up at him, making eye contact and took him deep, sucking hard. A groan or maybe even a growl escaped his lips.
Lisa had a few talents and giving head was definitely one of them. She licked the length, teased, and tasted the salty liquid on the top. She worked the shaft with her hand and her mouth and the suction she masterfully created. Jon grabbed onto the counter as he looked down and watched her head bob, his eyes glazed. His lips were slightly apart with the curve of a grin across his face.

Lisa worked her mouth as she ran her hands up and down the back of his thighs and over the round firmness of his butt, appreciating every glorious inch of him. She couldn’t wait for more. She couldn’t wait to feel his big cock inside her. Her aching clit needy and throbbing. But there wouldn’t be time for more. The guest of honor had been gone far too long already. Lisa slid her fingers between her slit and found her clit. She moaned her pleasure around Jon’s dick as she massaged in circles. Jon looked down eyes black with desire, biting his delicious lower lip. “Oh fuck, yes. Touch yourself.” Lisa pulsated her clit with her finger, the pressure of her approaching orgasm building and she threw her head back letting out a cry of pleasure.

“Show me more, please.” Jon grabbed his dick and began stroking himself as he watched Lisa.
Spreading her legs further apart, she closed her eyes and inserted a finger inside and began to finger fuck herself for him. First one finger then two as her thumb made small circles on her swollen clit. Lisa fixed her eyes on Jon. “I’m thinking of you. You sucking this pussy. You fucking me.”

Jon watched her with a look of awe on his face. His hand moving faster along his length. “I’m going to fuck you so good after this.”
Lisa worked her fingers faster as her legs trembled and she knelt back on her heels, arching her back, bracing herself with one hand behind her.

Her pussy sizzled with delicious sensation and she bucked her hips up and down, humping the air. This was so hot. She loved him watching her.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

Lisa didn’t think Jon could take much more. She kept eye contact as she continued to get herself off. The sensations in her clit climbed higher and soon she was panting hard. She let out a slow moan. She was so close. Her body craved the building pleasure.
Picking up speed, Jon stroked faster until his hips thrust from the counter and his butt cheeks clenched. His eyes dropped from her eyes to her breasts. She immediately knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to come on her chest. Lisa grabbed both breasts and nodded silently. Jon beamed. He pumped his dick as he walked closer to Lisa.

Massaging one breast with one hand and her clit with the other she purred, “Come on me. Come on me now.”

A few last strokes and she felt the warmth of his release on her breasts and stomach.

“Oh, wow. Oh, shit,” Jon said, ragged and breathy as he spilled the last of himself over her nipple.

As she worked her fingers, Jon’s orgasm spiked her own. She squirmed and her hips writhed with the surge of feeling. Lisa bucked into her hand as a deluge of sensations overloaded her body and she was blinded by pleasure. Tilting her head back, she cried out her orgasm. “Oh God, yes.”

Jon collapsed onto the floor, covered her with his body, and ground his hips into her with a kiss, both of them sticky and glistening. He leaned back barely able to speak. “Damn…that was hot…No one’s ever…let me do that.”

“I’m glad I got to share in something new for you.” She brushed her thumb along the side of his cheek.“Now it’s time for your present.”

“I already got mine.” Lisa smacked him on the ass, rolled out from under him, and stood up. “We’d better get going. I’m sure the terrible trio has noticed I’ve disappeared by now.”

“But this is so much more fun.” He stood up and pulled her into an embrace, wrapping his arms around her, tangling his hands in her hair.

Lisa let out a sigh and every muscle in her body released its hold. They stood there entwined for a few delicious moments without speaking. Without the need to speak.