Short Story Of Ben Robert Lassiter

Taunting, taunting, taunting. Ben Robert's had never had sex quite like it, or with a woman such as Sky. Usually they'd be totally silent, hopefully except for whimpers, moans and exclamations of pleasure, or sweet little nothings in his ear, but not once would they engage him with sarcasm and mocking competitive insults in the process, and the Spy found that he enjoyed it much more than he would ever have dreamt of, not that he'd ever had such dreams; it just added to Schuyler Lassiter's charm, and uniqueness. Along with that body she possessed, it just caused him to want to fuck her into total exhausted oblviion even more, and to elicit that scream. But not before he'd showed her who was boss, and in control of this thing.

Which was becoming
obvious as she panted and breathed heavily, not to mentioned how her juices dripped onto his fingers as he dipped them in and out of her cunt. Juices that he need a taste of. "You, coy? That doesn't translate," he'd responded in return with a grin, slipping out his digits to slap her pussy to emphasises the words. An eyebrow had raised, as he'd slid down her body, "Well, a man doesn't require fingers and toes, really. Just his tongue." The grin on his face was one of self-satisfaction when he lowered his head even further, and atttempted to prove why leaving that organ intct would prove beneficial to the both of them.

And it appeared he did, even if she wouldn't admit to it, judging by the writhing of her body