Kim and I walked across the quiet corridor, navigating the dim hallway until we reached the door on the far left. I turned the handle, pushed it open, and held it steady so she could step inside first. Once I followed her in, I shut the door firmly behind us and raised my arms, letting out a long, heavy stretch. Shit... I just realized I had forgotten to bring my pajamas from the other room. But at this hour, I really didn’t want to risk waking up Jasmine and Nala just to rummage through a wardrobe for some clothes.
"You’re actually sleeping like that?" Kim asked, turning around as she unbuttoned and removed her shorts, tossing them onto a nearby chair.
"Yeah, guess I’m stuck like this for the night," I replied, walking over toward the mattress.
Kim chuckled softly, reaching back to unzip her top. She slid the fabric down her arms, letting it drop to the floor until she was standing in nothing but her matching black lace panties. Her skin looked incredibly smooth under the dim bedroom lighting, the soft curves of her waist and hips highlighted beautifully as she moved. She walked over to her large wooden wardrobe, swinging the doors open to search for something to sleep in. After a moment of browsing, she pulled out a sheer, silk nightgown that barely looked long enough to cover her thighs. Standing in front of the wardrobe’s mirror, she lifted the delicate fabric over her head, letting the dark silk glide slowly down her body, hugging her curves perfectly before settling just above her knees.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning my weight back on my hands as I just watched her move. The sight of her adjusting the thin straps over her shoulders was pure art.
"You fucked Penelope tonight, didn’t you?" Kim asked suddenly, picking up a hairbrush from the vanity and brushing her long hair while keeping her eyes locked on my reflection in the wardrobe’s mirror.
I cleared my throat, shifting my weight slightly on the mattress. "No ment."
"Oh my god, you totally did," she exhaled, a small, knowing smile breaking across her face as she set the brush down. She turned around to face me fully, leaning back against the wooden frame. "Eh... honestly, I can’t even blame you. I’d probably fuck her, too. Them tits, though. Wow."
"They’re fake, sure, but... yeah," I nodded with a smirk, thinking back to the apartment. "Them tits are definitely something else."
"Got one more fuck left in the tank tonight?" she smirked, her eyes dropping down to my lap before tracing back up to my face. She turned slightly, shaking her ass just a little bit against the wardrobe to tease me, her hips rolling in a slow, hypnotic circle.
"I’ve got way more than just one fuck left in the tank for you, Kim," I replied, my voice dropping into a low, steady rumble.
Kim walked toward me, her bare feet making almost no sound on the carpeted floor. She stopped right between my open knees, looking down at me with an intense, burning hunger in her eyes. Without warning, she placed her hands flat against my chest and gave me a firm push. I fell backward onto the mattress, my upper body flat against the sheets while my legs remained dangling off the edge, my feet still touching the ground.
She immediately scrambled up onto the mattress, straddling my thighs pletely and leaning her upper body down over mine. She captured my lips in a deep, bruising kiss, her tongue instantly sliding past my teeth to taste me. The sudden, overwhelming heat of her body pressed against mine worked instantly, my dick throbbed violently, growing rock-hard beneath my zipper within seconds.
"How exactly did you fuck her?" Kim whispered darkly against my ear, her hot breath sending a violent shiver straight down my spine. At the same time, her hands shot downward, her fingers deftly working the zipper of my pants.
"She is... quite a woman," I smiled, tilting my head up to catch her lips in another deep, lingering kiss. "A bit weird, as well, if I’m being pletely honest."
"Yeah, well, normal women don’t exactly tend to cross your path, Marlowe," she chuckled softly, her fingers tracing the waistband of my underwear. "I know that much from personal experience."
"Does that mean you’re just... extraordinarily beautiful and unhinged?"
"Wow," Kim laughed, her chest vibrating against mine. "I should probably write that one down. You’re really turning on the charm tonight."
"Yep. I’m an absolute romantic sometimes."
She pulled my hardened shaft pletely out from the open zipper. Her warm palm wrapped firmly around the base, her fingers sliding up and down the length to coat it in my natural pre-cum, her thumb gently sweeping over the sensitive tip. I let out a low groan, my hands rising to grip her hips as she kept up the steady, friction-filled friction.
She leaned down and kissed me once more, a soft, teasing peck on the lips before she suddenly broke away and began to move her body upward. She shifted her weight, straddling my chest now as she reached down and slid the fabric of her lace panties entirely to one side, pletely exposing her soaking wet cunt. Without a single word of warning, she lowered herself down, sitting right over my face.
The sudden, intense heat of her center pressed flush against my mouth took my breath away. She was already incredibly slick, her natural juices coating my lips and chin the moment she settled her weight down.
I didn’t waste a single second. I wrapped my hands tightly around the plump flesh of her ass cheeks, digging my fingers into her skin to hold her firmly in place as I thrust my tongue straight out, burying it deep into her hot, swollen folds.
"Mmm... fuck, Evan," Kim gasped, her back arching instantly as she braced her hands against the headboard behind my head for support.
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