Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
It started out as just play fighting. Emmi and I were having a ‘Bridgerton’ date night, both of us wearing sports bras under our tees and cotton shorts. I don’t recall what started it, a playful slap or teasing comment, but I do remember throwing off my shirt and tempting her into a wrestling match. I’m little and fast; she’s experienced and powerful, but it was a chance to test her strength and see if she’d let me win.
Boys, ALWAYS let me win. They get distracted by my tits or the way my body feels against theirs when I’m trying to plow them into the ground. It’s always the same, as soon as we’re grappling, their erection stabs me in the thigh, and they try to kiss me. Not Em. She would make me regret challenging her, all while making me see red.
Making Me See Red
I dove for her knees, but she caught me at the hips and flipped me before I knew what was happening. I growled and shimmied out of my shorts. She grinned and did the same, and we squared up again. “Is that all you got, Tiny?” She sassed, and I saw red. I’m not tiny! I started to the left, then darted right. She expected me to go low, so I went high instead. I was trying to grab for the back of her neck to pull her to the ground. Em lifted me off the ground and drove me into the wall.
All the air huffed from my lungs as she held me pinned. I struggled and squirmed, but she held me in place, only allowing me to slide down the wall enough for my toes to scrape the floor. Emmi traces her nose along my jugular, and every inch of me tensed when her hot breath washed over my sweaty skin. “You lose.” She growled and let my feet meet the floor. She kissed down my collarbone and planted her hand into my stomach.
“You lose.”
I hissed through my teeth when she nipped my hip, leaving lite traces of her teeth marks on my pale skin. Her eyes now held me in place as her long, manicured nail grazed down my inner thigh; I opened my stance wider and watched the pink scratch following the tip of her nail. Soon the pink line flooded red, and my life elixir dribbled to my knee. Emmi’s gaze was drawn to the trail, and soon her tongue was swiping it away.
Her hand tightened in my stomach as she fed her lust. Only, a little dribble of sanguine fluid wasn’t nearly enough. Emmi bit hard into my upper thigh right, where my femoral artery started to curve toward the back of my knee. Instead of screaming out, I bit into my lower lip and raked my hand through her hair. She looked up my body with dilated eyes and red-stained lips.
Her hand squeezed as she pulled her mouth away from the indention, and my vital liquid leaked forward at her command. “Does my Tiny pain slut like that?” She moved her hand from my stomach to grip the front of my thong, and she tugged the fabric up between my pussy lips until it pressed hard on my clit. I climbed up on my toes, but she stood up and kissed me with my own copper tang coating her tongue. “Losers have to pay up.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357