Murka For Onlytarts
Murka came over to her friend’s place under the simple excuse of asking what he thought of her new clothes. She already knew he had been crushing on her for a while, and that was exactly why she was here. The white top and denim mini-skirt weren’t anything special on their own. What was underneath them was the real point. She stood in front of him and started moving slowly, cupping her huge juicy tits through the thin fabric, squeezing them, letting them bounce a little as she turned.
Then she gave her ass a deliberate shake, watching his face the whole time. When she pulled the top down and let her heavy breasts spill free, she saw the exact reaction she wanted, the clear outline of his cock pressing hard against his pants. Murka lifted one breast and ran her tongue over the nipple, then the other, keeping her eyes on him. She unbuttoned the mini-skirt and let it fall, walking around the room in just her panties so he could see every step.
A sharp slap landed on her own ass, then another. Finally she hooked her thumbs into the panties and slid them down, leaving herself completely bare. She sat on the banquette, spread her legs, and slipped two fingers between the folds of her smooth shaved pussy. Soft wet sounds filled the quiet room as she started stroking herself, free hand still playing with her spit-slick tits. The knowledge that her friend was watching every movement and that he wanted her, only made her wetter.
She rubbed faster, hips rolling against her hand, until her thighs trembled and a long, shaky moan escaped her. She came hard on the banquette, fingers still buried inside her pulsing pussy. Maybe next time he wouldn’t just get to watch. Read less