Gezza was standing in his basement room with his heart racing and his jeans still open his erection aching.
Mia was leaning against him, her scent ripping through the musty smell of his room.
And her crop top was tight and the denim skirt was clinging high and her eyes were gleaming with lust of the Playbook.
Fuck, she's wild. His smile was lustful, but his body hotter, and the loss in a game was forgotten.
Plenty of time to punish her, as she please. He caught her waist, warm through the crop top, and picked her, her heels tossing airily, skirt flying.
He threw her on his mattress, springs squeaking, the sheets messy and unclean on the basis of mom nagging.
Mia dropped softly with a thud, waves of blonde hair tossed over the pillow, lips parted, breath fast. Gezza hesitated with his sneakers upon the carpet and his eyes stuck on hers.
Her eyes, blue as coy and hungry, her cheeks blushed, crop top slipped down to expose a strip of lacy bra. Goddamn, sexy as ever.
She leaned on her elbows and her skirt was raised, and the thighs opened a little, beckoning. "Fuck me Gezza."
He stepped over her, his knees in the mattress, his hoodie caressing her bare midriff.
Their lips touched each other and their kiss was hard with her tongue sliding along his lips tasting like vanilla and lip gloss.
She grabbed his hair and led the nails over his head, and the heat raised in his groin.
"Fuck." His fingers went beneath her dress, and touched her lacy panties, already moist, and lifted them aside, rubbing against her wet heat.
The moaning was in his mouth, subdued and her hips were rolling against his hand.
He drew away, sucking his fingers, her juices salty and sweet, his grin increasing.
His hands pulled her crop top up, and caught in the material, revealing her lacy bra. Snapping the clasp asunder, his eye on her breasts, her breasts spilled out, full and soft, her nipples aching hard.
He sucked one, tongue writhing, her cry high, her back arching, pressing her chest nearer.
His fingers sought under her skirt, two of them sliding in her, her sides tight and damp, curling.
Her screams became more precise, reverberating down the cellar, her hands sinking in his shoulders, nails tearing his hoodie. "Gezza..." panted, voice gay but coarse, her thighs quivering.
"shhhh," he groused, his lips tickling her nipple, his voice deep, enticing. "This is your fine, naughty girl."
His fingers had lengthened and her slickness represented them, her hips jerking. She's gotta earn it.
Her eyes flicked, her blue eyes cloudy, her hand rose to her mouth, stifling a moan, her breath coming in sharp.
He sneered, and then slid down, his sneakers sliding off the bed, and hitting the carpet. "Am not done yet."
His mouth touched her inner-thigh, kissed the tender flesh of the place, vanilla-rose mingling with her odour, arousing.
His tongue flicked her clit, slow and deliberate, and his fingers roamed in, stroking her walls, exploring all ridges.
The thighs of Mia trembled, her hand tightened more over her mouth, and a stifled whimper was shown. She's trying so hard.
His tongue going about her clit, his fingers thrusting, her slickness dripping down, her chin covered.
Her hips swayed, rubbing his face with her moaning, the rest of her hand clenched on the sheets, knuckles whitening. Playbook's making her wild.
He bent his fingers further inward striking a place that jerked her body, her walls throbbing, her breath shallow.
His tongue was more insistent, more determined, her smell too strong, the bed squeaking at her twitching.
Her moans cracked through, a shrill shriek she strove to keep back, her hand flying, her nails in her own cheek.
The grin exposed in Gezza broadened, his fingers were inexorable, curled up, her walls drew, smooth and hot. She's close.
He worked it more earnestly, his tongue flicking quicker and her thighs embraced his head and shivered.
Her body trembled, she was screaming, and stifled the scream with her hand, and her walls throbbed around his fingers, and a flow of slickness.
Her spine was straining, her blonde hair was swatted with sweat, her eyes were drawn back, her blue eyes lost in lust. Fuck, that's it.
He drew away, wiping his chin, his erection hurting. Mia was lying there panting, with bunched crop top, and upskirt, and panties all mixed up, her breasts heaving.
He crawled over her, his body wet with sweat. "You passed the test", he said in a voice that was rough, grin sleazy, "Now let's see you hold my dick."
His fingers were already holding on to her hips and he was about to roll her over, his heart racing, his chest cold but aching. I am not even finished yet.