His daughter might be a pushover but I wasn’t.
“Cleaning myself up.” I flashed him a smile as I slipped my hand under my shirt skirt. Popping it into my mouth I ducked hard. “I’ve got to say you taste just yummy Fender.”
His eyes locked on mine. Darkening. And I crowed silently in triumphant. He could say he didn’t want me all he liked. The look on his face said otherwise.
Men were so predictable.
So easy to manipulate. It was almost too easy.
“Does Gemma think so?” I met his eyes in the mirror. “Does she like swallowing it all down and begging for more like a good girl?”
“Don’t….”
“Don’t What? Ask you a simple innocent question? Come on Fender. I have your cum dripping out of my Fanny I think I’m allowed to ask a few innocent questions.”
Something flickered across his face. A darkness that would have made any sane person step back.
Not me though.
“At least give me my panties back.” I smiled sweetly as I turned to face him. My ass leaning on the low sink.
“Sure I have no use for them.” He took a step forward, his hand outstretched. The lace thing dangling from one finger.
“Thanks.” I didn’t take the material from him though. Hitching my dress up, I raised one leg up. Baring myself to him.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Yeah, Fender could pretend he wasn’t interested in round two all he wanted but he still couldn’t keep his eyes from my pussy.
I used my fingers to part myself to him further. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m horny and cum makes the perfect lube don’t you think.” To prove my point I sank two fingers inside of me. “All someone would have to do is smear it all over me and then they could fuck my ass?”
He was having some kind of internal struggle with himself. His eyes darting from my gaping pussy to my face before narrowing back down on what I was doing between my thighs like he couldn’t help himself.
Typical fucking man.
“I really want you to fuck my ass Fender.” I caught his hand, drawing him forward. He came like a blind man unable to say no.
I pressed his hand against my mound. Rubbing myself on it.
Yeah, men were so predictable. A smile here, a little fucking yourself in front of them there and they were putty in your hands.
“What the f…..”
Our heads turned in unison as the door swung open and a woman stepped through. Freezing as she caught sight of us.
I knew how it looked. Me with my dress hiked up around my hips, one foot up on the sink and Fenders hand between my legs. My forgotten panties dangling from his other hand.
It looked exactly how I wanted it to look. Like we were getting it on. Because that’s exactly what we were doing. And we would carry on doing it until I said no.
“Gem…”
I don’t think Fender meant to say it out loud but he did. And my eyes narrowed.
This was gemma? The one I kept hearing about?
“Oh is this Gemma?” I coed it at her. Giving her my most winning smile. “Hey, baby why don’t you join us. I know Fender would enjoy that.”
For several long moments, there was no sound but the sound of the three of us breathing.