Smuts (ft. Female Artists I Wanna Make Babies With 🥺💦)

That Was The Plan (Genderswap Jerrie)

She grabs my hands and inches them down just a bit. "I may have stalked your Instagram," she kisses the spot behind my earlobe and I bite my lip. "And I touched myself to your shirtless pics. I saved the ones that made me cum."

She holds my neck to her mouth, attempting to mark me. Everything from the way she talks to the way she feels has me excited. I could feel my member throbbing, aching for friction.

"Tell me, Daddy, when was the last time you fucked somebody?"

"Few months ago."

She hums then kisses down my neck again. I grip her dress, dying to tear it off.

"I can feel that you want me as much as I want you," she reaches down and palms me. I grunt in her ear and she pulls back to give me a surprise kiss.

I don't hesitate to return it. I daringly move my hands to her soft backside. She moans against my lips, nipping my bottom.

It gets heated just a moment later and she gropes my member. I'm ready to be like the couple I saw earlier.

"Take me," she says, still kissing me. "But what about—?" "They'll know where to find us," she bites my lip and I wince in pain.

But it was surprisingly pleasant.

She pulls away from me to grab my hand and lead me to the booth where we get the room keys.

I'm so fucking turned on right now I could break the seams of my underwear. I can't wait to kiss her other set of lips. I bet she tastes fucking amazing.

I pay for the key that came with a box of condoms and she promptly drags me pass the dark velvet curtain.

There we stood in a red lit hallway with a row of dark doors on each side. You could hear some couples already going at it. The walls depicted differently drawn sex positions and nudity that summed up what I want to do with this woman.

When we find our room, I unlock the door and we step inside. I close and lock the door then lean my forehead on it, looking down at the box.

Please, don't bust quick.

I set it and the key on the little table by the door.

The room was filled with soft, sensual music and a gentle waft of her perfume.

We haven't even had a proper conversation, but if she's into it, I'm into it.

I hear her unzipping so I start to turn around. "Ah, ah, ah. No peeking," she says in a seductive manner. I comply, feeling an electric sensation go down my spine.

I listen to her remove her dress and the sound of the fabric falling to the floor.

"Take off your clothes," she instructs and I thank the universe for letting this happen. I strip out of my shirts first then my trousers. "Stop," she says when I get to my briefs. I do so then I hear her heels click against the floor slowly; moving towards me.

I soon feel her hands smooth over my taut abdomen; her long nails scratch at my waistline, making me hotter than I already am. Her pinkies tease my waistband as she spoke.