Page 58 of Letters to the Lost

Istroke Autumn’s blonde hair away from her face, strands that escaped her ponytail while we trained to stick to the side of her face. Her face is bare from makeup, her skin covered in a sheen of sweat. Her hazel eyes are hooded as she gazes up at me from her knees on the tiled floor, something that must ache, but she isn’t so much as twitching.

She’s breathtaking.

“Such a good girl, you listen so well,” I praise her. Her cheeks pinken further, her thighs subconsciously rubbing together as she seeks friction to help relieve herself.

My cock twitches as it stands at attention for her, precum leaking from the tip as I envision slipping it between her perfectly pink lips and down her throat until she’s gagging on it.

Autumn’s eyes flick between my own and my cock as she licks her lips.

“Do you want to suck my cock, Princess?” I ask her.

“Please, Sir,” her begging is music to my ears.

Palming the back of her head, I wrap her ponytail in my fist making sure not to do it too tightly.

“Color?” I ask her to check in before I go any further.

The steam from the shower surrounds the room, as I look down at her. Her eyes were shining up at me with so much love.

“Green.”

Gripping my cock, I pump it a few times watching as she eyes it hungrily.

“Open up that pretty mouth Princess,” I tell her, guiding my cock to her lips as she does as she’s told.

Her hot mouth enveloping my cock nearly brings me to my knees as she takes it into her mouth inch by inch until I hit the back of her throat.

Her head bobs as she sucks my cock, her hands resting on my thighs as she supports herself.

“Such a good girl,” I growl, “Yes, suck my cock just like that.”

Autumn preens from the praise, her movement becoming faster as her fingers trail up my thigh and over my balls, a slight moan climbs up her throat muffled by my cock in her mouth.

Not wanting to come in her mouth, I pull her back gently by her ponytail as she lets go of my cock with a pop.

“So good,” I stroke the side of her face as she looks up at me, her lips slightly parted, her chest rising heavily from how aroused she is, “But now, I thinkit’s my turn to taste you.”

Guiding her to stand, I undress her slowly. Zipping down the zipper of her sports bra, her perky breasts fall out as I remove the clothing. Her dusty pink nipples peak, and I can’t help but lean forward and run my tongue over it, sucking it into my mouth as a breathy moan leaves her lips.

“Fuck,” she moans as I pull her yoga pants down to her ankles, making sure to kick them aside when she steps out of them.

“Color?” I ask again, wanting to make sure.

“Green,” she replies, her voice breathy.

Sinking to my knees before her, I grasp her leg in my hand, lifting it over my shoulder, the scars on her calf bumpy and pink.

Her cheeks blaze bright red as she tries to yank her leg back from me when she sees me looking at it, but I hold on.

“Orange,” she squeaks, making me loosen my hold.

“Are you ok?” I ask her, her leg still in my hold as I stroke over the skin softly.

“It’s ugly,” she whispers, turning her head away from me.

“Oh Princess,” I breathe out, as I kiss the angry skin. “It is a sign of how strong you are, I think it’s beautiful, just like I think you are beautiful.”

“Do you think my scar is ugly?” I ask her, pointing to the mark on my face that stretches over my nose and cheek.

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