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Your choice for K was YES to sex in the kitchen!
“Okay, let’s do it,” she whispered, and he looked at her in surprise.
“I didn’t think you’d actually say yes,” he said.
“Neither did I,” she admitted.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she said, with a confidence she didn’t feel.
“Let’s do it, please,” she said, and it was all the encouragement he needed, for he picked her up off the barstool and carried her behind the bar before she could say another word.
“Sevy!” she squealed without meaning to.
He hushed her and put her down when they had gone through the swinging doors into the back kitchen.
“Where are we going?” she whispered.
“The walk in storage area,” he told her, and he opened a big set of double doors to reveal a room that was filled from floor to ceiling with shelves of dry foods. “Oh my god,” she laughed. “I can’t believe you took me here!”
“Why not? It’s the perfect place for some privacy.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she giggled. “We’re in a building filled with rooms for this exact purpose, and yet we’re going to have sex in a storage room?”
“I know, isn’t it hot?” he asked. “And it’s something I’ve never done before,” he said.
That was all the encouragement she needed. The green-eyed monster inside her liked the idea that it was something Sevy hadn’t done before and his first time would be with her. She loved that idea like she hadn’t loved any other. Aralyn stopped giggling almost abruptly and walked right up to him. “Yes, it is hot,” she agreed, and she pulled his shirt up over his belly. He helped her remove his shirt, and then he pulled the straps of her shirt down over her shoulders.
He didn’t protest at all as she then pulled the shirt up over her head and dropped it on the floor next to them. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured as he looked down at her. Her breasts were round and firm, and he gripped one of them with one hand while he pulled her close to him with the other. He was kissing her again, his tongue exploring her mouth which was still cool from the ice cube they had shared.
She was nervous to be doing this in such a semi-public place, but she was so turned on that she couldn’t help herself. She pulled at the clasp on Sevy’s jeans, and he didn’t stop her as she unzipped them and pushed them down over his hips. His boxers followed quickly, and they were pushed down to his knees. While they were kissing, She couldn’t get his pants any lower than that.
She broke the kiss and dropped to her knees in front of him. His cock bobbed, and her breasts rubbed against it on her way to the floor.
“Oh my god,” he groaned as she took his already stiffening cock into her mouth. As he hardened, she could see that he was huge. She flicked her tongue across his head, and his knees nearly buckled. She noticed that he had to catch himself and she wondered if he was regretting his suggestion of sex in the kitchen. She pulled him further into her mouth and sucked gently. He groaned, and she took that as a good sign. She sucked again and again. He began to rock against her, one hand on the back of her head. She pulled him deeper and deeper into the back of her throat, and she was barely able to control her gag reflex. He kept groaning and moaning. “Stop, stop,” he begged. She looked up at him with doe eyes and it looked like his resolve in telling her to stop was crumbling. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered, and she let his cock bob out of her mouth and sat back on her heels.
“Please?” she asked, as though her pussy wasn’t aching to be filled.
“Turn around,” he directed, and she did.
He pressed her against a stack of potatoes that was piled up on the floor so that she was bent over. She heard the distinctive rip of a condom and then felt him press against her. He had pulled her skirt up over her hips and had pushed aside the thin fabric of her panties. He wasn’t even going to take them off. That was hot.
He pressed himself against her, and he slid inside easily. She was practically dripping wet. He thrust into her once and then stilled. She groaned as he filled her, but she did feel that he was stretching her. She may have preferred that they have more time to build to the sex, but she had desperately wanted him inside of her, and it seemed that he had wanted the same thing. She didn’t regret it in the slightest.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged, and it was like opening the floodgates. Sevy began to pound into her, not being gentle, not being slow. Pounding, pushing, grunting. She thrust back against him in the same rhythm until she felt his body tense against hers and his hands tighten on her hips.
Suddenly the vibe in the small storage room went from tense from recent orgasm to tense from something else. Aralyn looked around at Sevy and saw a look of frustration on his face.
“What is it?” she whispered.
“I think someone is listening at the door.” His words were practically unintelligible, but the way he was looking at the door got the message across.
Was someone listening at the door?
Yes OR No
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