Levi's 501 Original Shrink-to-Fit Button-Fly Jeans 2/2
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August 20 2011, 00:51:18 UTC
Buffy went down onto her knees, pulling Giles's jeans and jockeys partway down with her. There it was, just what she'd been wanting, Giles's cock. She'd been thinking they'd finish the evening the usual way, patrol, shower, leisurely sex in bed, Buffy on top, but this was good too.
She heard a thud that was Giles's head tipping back against the wall, and then a muttered oath, one of those words that probably meant something really filthy if only she spoke the same language Giles did. Which she didn't except she totally did. She spoke the language of tongue on penis, which practically every single male alive could understand. Especially when it was spoken by someone as fluent as Buffy.
Licking the shaft meant "let's get you revved up all the way, tiger."
Tongue fluttered against the underside of the head meant "I want to drive you nuts."
Licking all the way around the head meant "I know you like it wet."
Wetting her own lips meant "Watch me and think about what it's going to feel like next."
Letting the cock push between those wet lips meant "Now you get what you've been hoping for."
Yeah, she liked doing this. Liked the way it tasted, like the sounds her guy was making up there, liked how hot it made her to hear him beg for more. Cock sliding into her mouth, a spit-wet hand holding onto the base and giving him all the extra friction he could want. Buffy curled her free hand around the back of his thigh. Sweet hamstrings, just as surprisingly hard as the rest of the man. He dug his fingers into her hair, which he usually didn't do because he was oh so polite even when getting blown, but wow, she had him going this time. He was thrusting into her mouth now.
"Fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna--"
And when Giles broke out the F-bomb, it meant he really was gonna. Buffy let him thrust all the way in, as deep as he could get, and held him there while she squeezed his ass hard. There he went, coming hard in her mouth, saying things that probably weren't coherent in any language. Buffy knew what he meant anyway. She eased off as he finished and let him sag back against the crypt wall.
When he'd recovered, Giles lifted her up to her feet again, all the way up until she was in kissing range. Buffy would be licking her lips in satisfaction but he was licking them for her, which was weird now that she thought about it that way. He liked kissing her after getting blown, which put him one up on her previous boyfriend. It was good to be appreciated. It was good to be kissed. Giles's tongue in her mouth promised payback later in the evening and he was a fluent speaker of Latin, Greek, German, and Buffy.
Something at the back of her neck itched. The fledgling was waking up at last. He'd be out in ten minutes, maybe five if he was a fast one. Buffy helped Giles pull his jeans up and over that ass. They were most amazingly soft. Shrink to fit, okay, she'd sit in a bathtub and let her own pair mold her own muscled ass some time soon.
She tucked Giles back into the satiny slide-y underwear gently, mindful of the post-orgasm sensitivity. She was a model girlfriend, really. She paused to appreciate the satin jockeys a little more.
"Mmm, date underwear. Was somebody hoping to get lucky?"
Giles extricated her hands from his pants and buttoned himself back up. "Well, yes, though I didn't dream of getting lucky while we were still on patrol."
Buffy said, "So why did you wear the jeans?"
"You told me that the next time I wore a jacket and tie on patrol you'd stake me."
She heard a thud that was Giles's head tipping back against the wall, and then a muttered oath, one of those words that probably meant something really filthy if only she spoke the same language Giles did. Which she didn't except she totally did. She spoke the language of tongue on penis, which practically every single male alive could understand. Especially when it was spoken by someone as fluent as Buffy.
Licking the shaft meant "let's get you revved up all the way, tiger."
Tongue fluttered against the underside of the head meant "I want to drive you nuts."
Licking all the way around the head meant "I know you like it wet."
Wetting her own lips meant "Watch me and think about what it's going to feel like next."
Letting the cock push between those wet lips meant "Now you get what you've been hoping for."
Yeah, she liked doing this. Liked the way it tasted, like the sounds her guy was making up there, liked how hot it made her to hear him beg for more. Cock sliding into her mouth, a spit-wet hand holding onto the base and giving him all the extra friction he could want. Buffy curled her free hand around the back of his thigh. Sweet hamstrings, just as surprisingly hard as the rest of the man. He dug his fingers into her hair, which he usually didn't do because he was oh so polite even when getting blown, but wow, she had him going this time. He was thrusting into her mouth now.
"Fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna--"
And when Giles broke out the F-bomb, it meant he really was gonna. Buffy let him thrust all the way in, as deep as he could get, and held him there while she squeezed his ass hard. There he went, coming hard in her mouth, saying things that probably weren't coherent in any language. Buffy knew what he meant anyway. She eased off as he finished and let him sag back against the crypt wall.
When he'd recovered, Giles lifted her up to her feet again, all the way up until she was in kissing range. Buffy would be licking her lips in satisfaction but he was licking them for her, which was weird now that she thought about it that way. He liked kissing her after getting blown, which put him one up on her previous boyfriend. It was good to be appreciated. It was good to be kissed. Giles's tongue in her mouth promised payback later in the evening and he was a fluent speaker of Latin, Greek, German, and Buffy.
Something at the back of her neck itched. The fledgling was waking up at last. He'd be out in ten minutes, maybe five if he was a fast one. Buffy helped Giles pull his jeans up and over that ass. They were most amazingly soft. Shrink to fit, okay, she'd sit in a bathtub and let her own pair mold her own muscled ass some time soon.
She tucked Giles back into the satiny slide-y underwear gently, mindful of the post-orgasm sensitivity. She was a model girlfriend, really. She paused to appreciate the satin jockeys a little more.
"Mmm, date underwear. Was somebody hoping to get lucky?"
Giles extricated her hands from his pants and buttoned himself back up. "Well, yes, though I didn't dream of getting lucky while we were still on patrol."
Buffy said, "So why did you wear the jeans?"
"You told me that the next time I wore a jacket and tie on patrol you'd stake me."
"I should have threatened you sooner."
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