The Realest Ever - By Keith Thomas Walker Page 0,71

the slacks off his hips, and they fell the rest of the way down his legs. Kyra subconsciously held her breath. It was so dark, she couldn’t tell what color his boxers were. She strained her eyes to no avail.

Donovan stepped to her and put his hands on her shoulders. Kyra looked up at him, but her eyes kept darting to his boxers. Donovan slid her dress straps off her shoulders and asked, “Does it zip in the back?” Kyra nodded. Donovan stepped closer so he could undo the zipper. His manhood pressed against her stomach, and Kyra’s eyes widened. Oh my God, he’s huge!

Donovan unzipped her and asked her to, “Stand up, so I can get this dress off.”

He helped her off the bed and then pealed the dress off slowly. When Kyra was down to her undies, Donovan placed his hands under her arms and ran them down her sides, creating ripples of energy that made Kyra tremble.

“You have an awesome body,” he said. “Do you mind if I turn on the lights?”

Mind? Kyra was sure she wanted that more than he did. “No. Please, turn them on.”

He reached back, and Kyra was momentarily blinded by the brightness. As her pupils constricted, she was treated with a vision more breathtaking than any of the world’s natural wonders.

This is not real.

Donovan’s skin was smooth and chocolaty from head to toe. His chest was like nothing she’d ever seen in real life. There was a definite crease between his pectorals. His nipples were dark and enticing. His chest protruded from his body at least an inch. Donovan’s arms and shoulders were just as delectable, but it was his chest that captivated Kyra.

And then there was his package. Kyra looked down, and her mouth watered and fell open at the same time. Oh my damn. Donovan was so hard, the fabric in his boxers was stretched nearly to the breaking point. The fat head she felt poking her when Donovan took her under the bleachers looked to be plumb-sized. Kyra’s kitty shuddered pleasantly in anticipation.

“Do, does it hurt?” she asked, her eyes trained on one button at the front of his boxers that was sure to pop off at any moment.

“A little,” Donovan admitted.

Kyra reached down tentatively and pulled the front of his boxers down. Donovan’s erection jumped up to greet her. Kyra inhaled sharply. She wrapped one hand around it, and then the other. She actually had room for both. His flesh was incredibly warm. She felt his blood racing beneath her fingers. She squeezed him slightly, and his manhood pulsated in response. Kyra lightly bit her bottom lip.

Donovan groaned as he reached around with both hands to undo her bra. Kyra regretted that she had to let go of him for a moment so he could slide the undergarment off her arms. Her hands went right back to her new friend. She squeezed him a little harder, and Donovan’s stomach tightened. She looked up at him. He was breathing deeply, staring into her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her. Kyra felt him jump in her hands again. She stroked him slowly as their tongues danced.

Donovan grabbed her ass with both hands and was delighted to find that Kyra wore a thong. The feel of her bare flesh beneath his palms and the way Kyra stroked him with her soft, smooth hands made pre-cum seep to the tip of his penis. He fondled her with increased vigor. Kyra’s ass was plump and round. She looked down at his manhood and hummed with pleasure.

“Kyra you feel so good to me.”

“You do, too, baby.”

Donovan sucked her lips, and then his head dipped, in search of the nipple he met earlier. Kyra’s breasts were ridiculously perky. Donovan let go of her ass so he could caress them fully for the first time. They were soft and warm. Donovan brought the right one to his mouth and devoured her nipple.

“Oh!” Kyra’s eyelids fluttered while Donovan’s lips and tongue worked hard to please her. She grabbed the back of his head with both hands. Donovan tweaked one nipple with his fingers while he sucked and nibbled the other. When the opposite one was as hard as a pebble, he switched sides, showing them equal affection.

Kyra’s chest had never been stimulated so thoroughly. Donovan didn’t have any timing she could pin down. Sometimes he sucked softly, sometimes hard. He licked one nipple tenderly, like he was enjoying ice cream, while at the same time squeezing