"Then I propose an experint." I remain still, and she raises one slender eyebrow, inviting to continue. She also stops moving away. The air between us feels heavy and expectant. "You allow to try, and we’ll see whose hypothesis holds true." I spread my hands slightly in a gesture of mock innocence, though there is nothing innocent about the desire thrumming through
She pretends to take that under consideration, but I can already see the answer in the way her hands fiddle with the hem of her shirt.
"Shall we set a ti limit on that? There becos a point when no amount of effort will give results."
This ti I consider. How long will it take to get her ward up enough? "Shall we say thirty minutes?" That should easily be more than enough ti.
"Done!" she states, and lifts her sweater over her head. I’m right about her breast size. She’s lucky if she’s a full A-cup. After being with such busty won as Stephanie and Tina, it surprises that I’m turned on by the appearance of her slight chest. Her bra hits the floor next, and I command my light-suit off. With her breasts now completely free, I can truly admire the way they sit on her chest, with no sagging. Their soft curves round out nicely with her thin fra and are topped with the smallest nipples I’ve ever seen on an adult.
Stepping up to her, I pull her body to mine just as her pants hit the floor. They tangle around her feet, and she has to catch herself against . Not giving her any ti to regain her balance, I bend over and lift her into my arms, imdiately latching onto one of her tiny nipples. From her gasp, you’d think I’d sensitized it with a switch, but with her, apparently I don’t have to.
The gravity in the room unexpectedly cuts out, and I find us floating freely. Looking up her chest, I can see Leslie smiling dreamily back down at . I have to wonder what’s changed since the last ti I’d seen her. She’d been so calm, reserved, and conceited, but when she is alone with ... maybe that’s it. She has an image to maintain in front of the other won: conceited, conservative, and intelligent. I wonder which is the true her.
With gravity no longer a concern, I allow my right hand to slide down her back, through her butt crack, and up to her slit. She’s already wet, and I play with her labia while I continue to enjoy her minuscule nipple.
I try to slip a finger into her, but she hadn’t been kidding when she said she was the size of her pinkie. I’m going to have to seriously warm her up if my enlarged manhood is going to make it into her.
"Ready to concede the experint?" she asks, apparently figuring out what I’m thinking.
"After only two minutes?" We’re in mid-room now, slowly wending our way to the ceiling, and I use the hand that’s been failing to enter her to flip her up to my mouth. I like to think I have skill in this area, and it’s sure to accomplish my goals. Of course, I could just use a switch to make her looser, but where’s the fun in that?
Her pussy has a sweet and tangy flavor as my lips begin their work on her labia. Not even my tongue can gain entrance to her hole, but if I could get past Harana’s and Vage’s outer barriers, then I can get past Leslie’s.
My cock is engulfed in warm wetness, and I moan into her even though she isn’t very talented. I begin to wonder how many blowjobs she’s given when sothing else strikes , and I blurt out without thinking, "You’re a virgin!"
Her mouth never leaves my rod, but I feel her nod. Holy fuck, this is going to be harder than I thought. Why is a virgin coming onto like this?
"Because in a week we may all be dead," Leslie’s words appear to , and I realize I was broadcasting again. "You are apparently good at what you do, so I figured I would give you a shot." I nod, though that almost makes feel like a piece of at. "But I didn’t take into consideration the size of this thing. It barely fits in my mouth."
I attack her with renewed vigor. This genius isn’t dying a virgin—not because I’m going to rush her, but because I’m not going to lose next week.
She starts making squealing noises when I nibble on her clit, and after only a few seconds, she has her first orgasm. I try again to fit a finger into her and slip my middle finger up to the second knuckle. My finger feels like it’s in a vise, but I use this leverage as I continue to play with her clitoris and rub her inner walls.
It takes two more orgasms to get another finger into her, and on her fifth, she is no longer trying to give head, but just moaning and enjoying the sensations I’m delivering to her body.
It’s been about twenty minutes, and there is still no way I’m getting myself fully into her. I decide to change tactics and pull my head from between her legs.
And hit my head on the ceiling. Damn, that hurts.
Leslie doesn’t miss this, of course, and starts laughing at my misfortune. Growling, I pull her body down, stopping her legs with my thighs, my cock nestled between us. This also sets us slowly spinning in the zero G.
I pull her back up just enough to start rubbing myself along her slit and slip her other nipple into my mouth. I use my free hand to hold her in place against . I really enjoy the way she feels as she slides back and forth along and occasionally make probing motions to see if she has opened enough.
"One minute left," she murmurs, her voice husky and shaking. Damn it, I can’t lose. I try to enter her again, part of wanting to shove forward as hard as I can, but another part knowing you can’t treat a virgin that way.
"Ti!" she crows triumphantly as yet another orgasm takes her. I expect her to pull away, but she surprises as her legs wrap around my waist, my cock poised at her too-tight entrance, and gravity returns.
My back hits the floor with an audible thump, and Leslie cries out as the force of the impact drives into her. I’m only in her about halfway, but it feels like the end of my penis is being crushed by a black hole. I’ve never felt anything so tight. There is a fire burning in this woman, and I think the pressure is going to destroy , but after a couple of seconds it eases, and Leslie looks down at , panting.
"Looks like you were right. Now move. I understand the pain will go away shortly." That’s Leslie for you. Even in the middle of this, she stays analytical.
I laugh. I can’t help it. Don’t get wrong, I use my hands on her hips to start her moving, but I laugh all the sa. I think if I live to a million years, I’ll never fully understand this woman.
I continue the slow movents, waiting for her to get accustod to having inside her, and after a couple of minutes she takes control. As soon as she does, I lift my head to her small chest and suckle on her nipple again, feeling the sensation travel through her body by the way she tightens around .
"I was... right to choose you," she gasps at one point. "You’re determined and strong. Ungh, you are great at what you do. Umm, ahh!" Gravity flips off again, and once more we’re floating free.
I decide to take control again, and judging by how much she has loosened up while still remaining almost unbearably tight, I pull almost all the way out except for the head, then drive back into her slight form. It only takes three thrusts like this before she is having another intense orgasm. I have to stop when she does, out of fear that her inner muscles will clamp down too hard.
"Damn, that was good. Is it always like that with you, or are you using your ability on ?" Her tone is half breathless, half clinical.
"I haven’t used a switch on you, I promise."
Her eyes grow large as I tell her that. She looks down to where we’re connected, and I do too. I can see slight blood from where we broke her hyn and a fair bit of her natural lubricant. "Then how...?"
I know what she’s asking, and instead of answering, I kiss her. It’s our first kiss, and despite the fact that we’re already this close, she’s hesitant. I don’t let up, though, as I press my tongue against her lips. After a second, she allows passage, but only to the front of her teeth. I use my hips again, and when she moans, my tongue finally slips in to et hers.
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