just a little too soon for her
to climax and took her hand.
As he led her to the newly formed bed,
Peaches admired his prefect body and couldn’t wait to see that little bit more.
She lay back on the bed, spread her legs
and gave herself a little tickle.
The chauffeur dropped his trousers with one
hand and took a condom packet to his mouth with the other so he could rip it
open with his teeth.
When she saw his dick, she could have
cried. It was about the only part of his body that didn’t seem to have been
built up. It was long enough, but she’d seen thicker pencils. Still, she was so
horny it was going to have to do.
He wasted no time in entering her, not that
she really felt it.
His hips thrust back and forth like he was
an athlete and Peaches admired the six-pack as it tensed and relaxed. The only
thing was, it wasn’t really doing anything for her.
She spread her legs as wide as she could so
that she was touching each of the sides of the limo and was practically doing
the splits. It was the move that saved the day. At least now she could feel him
banging against her clitoris and sending waves of pleasure to her brain.
When he pinched her nipples it did the
trick. Her body spasmed to orgasm and she cried into the night.
That seemed enough for the chauffeur. He
creamed into the tip of his condom and pulled a face like he’d just managed to
relieve himself of a month’s constipation.
Peaches didn’t stand on ceremony.
As soon as the man’s face returned to
something like normal, she was up and pulling on her clothes as if there was a
fire evacuation.
“Thanks love,” she said as she kissed him
and opened the door. “It was special.” Peaches believed that a little white lie
didn’t do any harm every now and again, so she used them all the time.
She blew a final kiss, slammed the door
shut so that the queuing clubbers didn’t get too much of an eyeful and went
with shaking legs to the doorman who recognised the uniform and let her in
immediately.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Penny
shouted into Peaches’ ear. “You’re supposed to be in charge.”
Peaches straightened her clothes, kissed
the bride and shouted back, “Want a drink?”
Penny thought she heard a slur in her
maid-of-honour’s words. Thought she could see that wild look in her eyes.
Imagined that Peaches would have been taking pills again, or worse still, not
taking the ones she was supposed to take. “Water. Sparkling water please.” At
least if Penny could keep herself straight, she could stay in control.
Peaches pulled a face at the very idea of a
non-alcoholic drink, but managed to hide the fact that she was pissed off
pretty well. Penny was always taking the safe way, which was probably why she
was the first of them all to get married. Peaches kissed the bride-to-be again
and be and wandered over to the bar.
When Peaches returned with the drinks,
Penny was sitting down rubbing her temples while the rest of the gang pranced
in a huge circle on the dance-floor.
“Wha’s wrong?” Peaches asked as she put the
water in front of her friend.
“Headache,” Penny told her.
“Wait a minute, I’ve just the thing.”
Peaches opened up her sparkly, blue purse
and rooted around inside for a moment. She saw the condoms that she was hoping
to use later on a guy with a girth worth shouting about, her comb, cash,
makeup, money, ecstasy tab and headache pills. Before she could decide whether
it was a good idea or not, she’d taken the ‘E’ and one of the pills and handed
them over. “Here. They’ll do you good. Can’t have you coming down on your big
night now, can we?”
Penny put the pills onto the back of her
tongue and swallowed them down with the last of her old drink. “Ta, love.
You’re a good ‘un.”
Peaches reached out for Penny’s had and
pulled her up. “Let’s get some action going,” she said, and then the pair
joined their mates in a hip-rolling number that none of them had ever
to climax and took her hand.
As he led her to the newly formed bed,
Peaches admired his prefect body and couldn’t wait to see that little bit more.
She lay back on the bed, spread her legs
and gave herself a little tickle.
The chauffeur dropped his trousers with one
hand and took a condom packet to his mouth with the other so he could rip it
open with his teeth.
When she saw his dick, she could have
cried. It was about the only part of his body that didn’t seem to have been
built up. It was long enough, but she’d seen thicker pencils. Still, she was so
horny it was going to have to do.
He wasted no time in entering her, not that
she really felt it.
His hips thrust back and forth like he was
an athlete and Peaches admired the six-pack as it tensed and relaxed. The only
thing was, it wasn’t really doing anything for her.
She spread her legs as wide as she could so
that she was touching each of the sides of the limo and was practically doing
the splits. It was the move that saved the day. At least now she could feel him
banging against her clitoris and sending waves of pleasure to her brain.
When he pinched her nipples it did the
trick. Her body spasmed to orgasm and she cried into the night.
That seemed enough for the chauffeur. He
creamed into the tip of his condom and pulled a face like he’d just managed to
relieve himself of a month’s constipation.
Peaches didn’t stand on ceremony.
As soon as the man’s face returned to
something like normal, she was up and pulling on her clothes as if there was a
fire evacuation.
“Thanks love,” she said as she kissed him
and opened the door. “It was special.” Peaches believed that a little white lie
didn’t do any harm every now and again, so she used them all the time.
She blew a final kiss, slammed the door
shut so that the queuing clubbers didn’t get too much of an eyeful and went
with shaking legs to the doorman who recognised the uniform and let her in
immediately.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Penny
shouted into Peaches’ ear. “You’re supposed to be in charge.”
Peaches straightened her clothes, kissed
the bride and shouted back, “Want a drink?”
Penny thought she heard a slur in her
maid-of-honour’s words. Thought she could see that wild look in her eyes.
Imagined that Peaches would have been taking pills again, or worse still, not
taking the ones she was supposed to take. “Water. Sparkling water please.” At
least if Penny could keep herself straight, she could stay in control.
Peaches pulled a face at the very idea of a
non-alcoholic drink, but managed to hide the fact that she was pissed off
pretty well. Penny was always taking the safe way, which was probably why she
was the first of them all to get married. Peaches kissed the bride-to-be again
and be and wandered over to the bar.
When Peaches returned with the drinks,
Penny was sitting down rubbing her temples while the rest of the gang pranced
in a huge circle on the dance-floor.
“Wha’s wrong?” Peaches asked as she put the
water in front of her friend.
“Headache,” Penny told her.
“Wait a minute, I’ve just the thing.”
Peaches opened up her sparkly, blue purse
and rooted around inside for a moment. She saw the condoms that she was hoping
to use later on a guy with a girth worth shouting about, her comb, cash,
makeup, money, ecstasy tab and headache pills. Before she could decide whether
it was a good idea or not, she’d taken the ‘E’ and one of the pills and handed
them over. “Here. They’ll do you good. Can’t have you coming down on your big
night now, can we?”
Penny put the pills onto the back of her
tongue and swallowed them down with the last of her old drink. “Ta, love.
You’re a good ‘un.”
Peaches reached out for Penny’s had and
pulled her up. “Let’s get some action going,” she said, and then the pair
joined their mates in a hip-rolling number that none of them had ever
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