Page 34 of S.O.S. Mizzay

“Your family?” he countered, peppering her face with kisses.

“Mom’s gone, and the rest of them are at work,” she reminded him.

“Yeah, but…” His nose went to her ear and she almost melted into a puddle as he nuzzled.

Missy got it. Her family’s hours were sporadic. They could show up at any time, and that would be an unwelcome dose of cold water.

“Theycouldcome back, so I have an idea,” she said impishly, struggling to get her feet on the ground.

Cobble let her ass go, reluctantly, then when she took his hand and tugged him toward a clearing—up the hill from where they’d been working—he looked confused for a moment until…

Cobble let out a triumphant laugh. “Bunker A,” he stated with relish.

Missy grinned. “Yup. It has beds, running water, and…condoms,” she sent back over her shoulder as they tripped up the path with their discarded shirts in hand.

By the time they arrived at the underground hideaway, the two were giggling like naughty children.

Cobble stopped dead, a few feet away from the semi-hidden structure, struggling to control his laughter. His hands continually caressed her body. Now that the floodgates had opened, clearly he couldn’t get enough. “You have the key?” he questioned.

Her father kept all three bunkers locked in case squatters thought to try and use them for shelter.

“Nope, but I know where one’s hidden,” she told Cobble. She headed to the metal chimney stack that stuck up out of the ground.

Yeah.In case of an emergency situation, if one of the family forgot to bring a key, it would suck to be locked out.

Missy dug around between several bricks, and came up with the hidden ring. She danced it back to Cobble, uncaring that her breasts were still bare. Mostly because of the way he was lookingat them, like they were ice cream on a hot day, needing to be licked.

Missy clenched her thighs together. It wouldn’t be right to spontaneously orgasm before they’d even gotten to the good stuff.

Cobble’s fingers shook as he put the key in the lock, but as soon as they got inside, turned on the lights, and closed the door behind them, he lost any nervousness that might have assailed him. He began kissing her again as they tore at each other’s jeans.

Already having their shirts off was turning out to be a great time-saver.

When Missy finally had Cobble’s zipper down, she was about to reach inside his briefs and grab his cock, when she gasped and moaned. Cobble, being faster, had already found her clit, and gathering up moisture from her pussy, was rounding it in firm circles.

“My knees are about to give out,” Missy groaned.

“Then let’s take this to horizontal,” Cobble growled.

Without withdrawing his touch, he lifted her easily with his free arm, and walked the ten steps toward the first cot where he laid her down. He moved over her and propped himself up on an elbow so as not to squish her.

While he’d been busy, Missy had finally managed to get her hand inside Cobble’s briefs, where she wrapped her fingers securely around his very large, extremely velvety cock.

He hissed.

His penis wept.

Missy sighed.

There’d be no coming back from this. Even if they didn’t fuck—which they damned wellweregoing to do—she was already his, and he was hers.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Cobble couldn’t quite believe it. After all this time, they were really doing this. He’d imagined it, he’d dreamed it, and now, here they were.

He had his fingers on Andy’s most intimate parts, and she was squirming for more. His cock was raging hard in her hand, demanding they consummate, right the hell now. But…

He needed to slow things a bit; make sure their first time was special.

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