Perfectly Lonely - Jessica Marin Page 0,47
which causes her legs to uncross. I deliberately keep my head straight and pretend to watch the movie as I sneak my fingers lower.
“Chase, what are you doing?” she whispers as I start to rub her clit against the fabric of her underwear. They feel satiny and I’m dying to see what they look like on the floor next to my bed. I move my finger lower and I feel the hot flesh of her folds leading towards her ass, indicating that she is wearing a thong. I swallow loudly, the images of her sweet, round ass in a thong almost doing me in. I notice out of the corner of my eye that she’s looking at me, but has not told me to stop. She looks around to see if anyone is watching us. We have the aisle all to ourselves and the only other people in the theater with us are more than three rows ahead. I keep looking straight, pretending I’m engaged in watching the movie when really I am holding my breath to see if she’s going to let me continue. I get my answer when she sinks lower in her seat and spreads her legs further apart. I also sink lower, my eyes trained on the movie as my fingers continue their assault on her. I can feel her start to become distracted by my touch as she leans her neck against the back of the seat and her hips start thrusting up. Her slow thrusts cause my fingers to sink lower and I swipe her thong aside to slip a finger inside of her. I hiss in my breath, imagining that it’s my dick and not my finger being incased inside her silky wetness. I push my finger in farther and when I feel her walls tighten against it, my cock starts to pulsate against my pants, demanding that it be inside her. I open my mouth to help my breathing and glance at her. Her eyes are hooded with desire and she looks at me with longing as I pull my finger out of her warmth to massage her clit. When she moans and bites her lip to silence her noises, I reach forward for her neck with my left arm, which forces me to turn my body more towards her, giving my hand easier access as I turn it around to cup her more. I pull her mouth to mine and plunge my tongue into her, silencing her whimpers of desire. The touch of our tongues against each other causes us to moan loudly and I peak my eyes open to see if anyone is watching. When I only see the back of everyone’s heads, I increase the pace of my fingers as I press harder while rubbing her up and down. She starts to pant against my mouth, her body moving faster against my finger. Our tongues start their own wild dance and as soon as I feel her begin to tense, I unlock our mouths and shove her face into my chest to muffle the screams of her release. I ease my grip on her neck as I feel her body’s spasm slowly start to fade. She keeps her face pressed into my chest as our breathing starts to even out.
As minutes start to pass by and she doesn’t move, I start to think she has fallen asleep. Her face is facing the screen, so I can’t tell if her eyes are open or closed. I sink lower in my seat so her head can rest comfortably against my chest and I start to focus on what is happening in the movie. What the hell is going on? I wonder as I feel the restraints against my erection loosen and realize that Layla has just unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my zipper. Her hand on my cock paralyzes my tongue from telling her to stop and before I can predict her next move, her head moves forward and her hot, little mouth is on me. The feeling of being inside her mouth completely takes my breath away. Any dreams of what I thought getting a blow job from Layla might feel like don’t even come close to reality as reality is fucking heaven. A tiny voice inside my head tells me I need to make her stop since anyone can walk up and down the aisle and see what she is doing. Instead I ignore that voice when she