Page 7 of Our Elliana

She’s relaxed from her V pose, but as I approach, she lifts her legs a second time, bending them at the knee, her pointy heels on her spendy-looking bedspread. In that oval of missing material, I can see she’s so wet that her pussy is visibly shiny, and I’m dying to bury myself inside it.

Canting my pelvis toward her until my erection points between her thighs like a butcher knife to its block, I swagger over to position myself at the foot of her mattress inches from her entrance.

The pearl at the top is like a road marker informing me I’ve come to the correct address. A welcome mat.

Yet before proceeding further, I take stock. Due to my long hours at my former job, I haven’t dated or been laid in months. Getting a hold of my lust is a necessary evil. No way she’ll approve me past this trial period if I spew prior to bringing her the requisite pleasure she’s after.

So, I breathe in the scent of her—wow, that doesn’t help—and bring my length up to her most sensitive flesh.

FOUR: Well-Endowed

TRISTAN

“You’re long,” Elliana says, levering herself up on her elbows to scrutinize me. “Longer than any lover I’ve ever had. And uncut.”

I become stationary as I bob my head in affirmation at those statements of fact, more than aware of the status of my dick currently a millimeter from her folds. Yes, I’m uncircumcised and yes, I’m well-endowed. I’m not cocky or arrogant, just aware of my own anatomy and how it compares to others.

If I hadn’t shown my manager at the Girl’s Night Out Club my stark nude form during my interview, I wouldn’t have been asked to return. I know that because she told me so. But her eyes had bulged out, and I was in.

One of the guys I’d worked with there had constantly referred to our junk as our moneymakers, which I hated, even if it was true. Beyond the requisite dancing skills, it’d helped to have a giant cock. Apparently, it still did.

Besides, it’s not like I have anything to do with the shape and size of what I’m packing.

It occurs to me that she might be concerned about said size despite seeming turned the fuck on a few seconds ago. Probably best to reassure her.

“I’ll be careful.”

Studying my face for another protracted minute, she reclines down again. Taking myself in hand, I graze my bulbous crown along one side of her labia and down the other. Even that brief contact coats me in her moisture, and my cock throbs, arrowing further north like a compass.

I tap her pearl piercing twice before dragging my tip around it in enclosed circles, causing her to moan. Good to know I’m on the right track.

Gliding my palms across her luscious outer thighs, my touch ascends to her cinched-in yet slightly rounded waist. She’s wearing some sort of snug corset type of contraption, but it gives just enough when I shove the hem upward to reveal a belly button piercing.

Sparkling dangles encrusted in diamonds flare down from it, and I nip at the skin there as my hands cup her breasts. The corset binds these beauties and pushes them up, displaying cleavage for days.

Goddamn. That’s as much of a draw as her pussy is.

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