Love Bares All Things (Black Severin vs Keira Robinson)

[DSX93]

"You know I would, baby."

Head between her legs, soft, divine fingers exploring him...His muscles relaxed. A response to her touch that was automatic at this point. Severin closed his eyes, humming in contentment. One moment. Just one moment...

His own soft touch would travel from her legs. To that perfectly rounded booty. Lingering; he loved her body as a whole. But this thing right here was one of his favorite parts. Eventually, it would manage to pull away and advance. Past her hips. To her sides. And his strong arms would wrap around her waist. He wanted to manipulate her position. Use his strength to line her most intimate spot right up with his mouth and get to work. Dragging his tongue along her slit, pressing hard. Make her feel it through her panties. Make it feel almost like he was dining on her for real. A maddening almost that had her feeling that one scant difference.

But that would have to wait. She wanted a fight, and he would give it to her. His arms began to squeeze. Tighter and tighter in increments, in reaction to how her thighs would squeeze his head.

It would be a matter now of who would say uncle first.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

No lie there. Maybe Keira would propose re-creating this moment later that night, once the curtains have fallen and the observing eyes no longer feasted on their show. He'd enjoy that. She said nothing in response, but her sly grin grew slightly more wicked; he'd get the idea.

But for better or worse, Terrell hadn't forgotten her conditions. His hands slid up the back of her legs, catching on her rear; no surprise there. Keira's back arched, her head tilting upwards as a soft, contented moan slipped out. Her thighs squeezed briefly tighter around his head, a quick flex to show her appreciation. Perhaps an odd way of doing so, considering she was using that same technique to try and gain an edge, but he'd understand.

The surprise, then, was how quickly he moved on afterwards. He'd lingered, yes, but Keira had expected him to linger for longer. But no, he had eyes on the real prize awaiting at the conclusion of their performance, and wasn't about to let himself get lost in the heat of the moment. His arms wrapped around her, and through the jolt of excitement, Keira recognized trouble.

If he wanted to, Terrell probably could have roughed her up and shoved her off him; she might still have been able to keep her legs around his head, but he would have had a far easier time freeing himself. But that wasn't what this match was about. He instead used his muscle to shift her position atop him, forcing her to essentially shift to her knees to keep her thighs around his neck; it looked like she was just kneeling over his face now.

Keira knew what was coming in the seconds before it did, but knowing did little to prepare her for the force with which his tongue teased her. Her underwear was not that thin, but she was sure she'd have felt it through even her skirt, had she been wearing it tonight. She gasped, not terribly loud but definitely sharp, and she trembled as a shiver shot through her spine.

Her legs did tighten around his head in response, at first an involuntarily reaction - one that, in reality, did absolutely nothing to dissuade the act. But with the surprise factor passed, Keira realized she didn't have much else to respond with. She'd been ready for his legs to attempt catching her head in a mirror of her own; instead, he'd used his arms, and now she was stuck.

But Keira wasn't willing to write her position off as a losing battle just yet. Terrell could continue teasing her with his tongue this way, but doing so would no doubt rile himself up as much as her, and her own legs weren't just for show. Her grip tightened again, banking on her ability to take the crushing pressure around her midsection better than he could endure her pressure against his skull.

[DSX93]

Ooh...There it is. That little stop she does when she knows what's coming. He loves that fork in the road: Sometimes he'd dive right in. Quick and heated, like a man possessed. Like he was dying of hunger and thirst and her pussy was his one and only means of sustenance. Other times, he'd move on to someplace else. Make her wait. Maybe breathe on it, like he's just moments away from rocking her world. Some form of teasing.

And when blindfolds get involved? Woo, boy!

He couldn't see it, but he could practically feel that shiver running down her spine, just from her movements above him. He sure as hell felt that her legs closing in on his head, though. Squeezing out a groan that had been concocted from a delicate mixture of pleasure and pain, muffled by her womanhood. And then he muffle-laughed; he was locked right into position now. With only one piece of fabric standing between them.

And sound was a weapon he liked to use. Creating vibrations against her most sensitive spots, like he was a human magic wand. But he had to be careful about it now that he had a lot less air to breathe.

This was one of his favorite places to be, and Keira, Beatriz, and the rest of the world would see that soon.

***

Woah!

Once Beatriz saw it stirring, she couldn't look away. Her cheeks quickly reached a burning red. Of shame. Embarrassment. She's not one to kink shame. Hell, she knew that Terrell was a submissive before he worked it out himself. But she wasn't a voyeur! She's not the girl who sits in that chair in the corner or peeks in through that crack in the door, or the windows!

But. That. Speedo!

It was so damn skimpy. What he had to work with was an open secret. And every second that passed with them in that sixty-nine position saw the thing having to fight harder and harder for dear life.

That's when the reality of this whole thing kicked in. Really kicked in: With the way things go in LAW, it probably wouldn't be a lot longer before he came out of it. Then she'd have that up-close view of him in his entirety, as bare as he was the day that God brought him into this world.

In all of his handsome, broad-shouldered, pectacular, washboard-abed, bootylicious glory.

God is great. God is cruel.

She couldn't tell what His plan was here. Whether this was some weird kind of gift or a punishment.

But...She didn't hate it. Something she wouldn't let her mind linger on. No, she can unpack that later. For now, she had to tear her eyes away from her best friend's scantily clad dick, ignore the hot stirring going on inside, and ref this match.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

She should have known better, really.

As much as she loved controlling him, he arguably loved pleasing her more. So though Keira's legs squeezing around his head were as much from a conscious offense as it was pleasure, locking him into that position was probably not her smartest idea.

Admittedly, she hadn't planned for it to take this turn, but still.

She could feel him chuckle. She loved that, the way the sound itself traveled through her core; it wasn't just his physical touch that could rile her up. Her body wiggled lightly in response - an arched back, a roll of her shoulder, her head tilted up with her eyes closed. It was the best kind of tease, only a shade down from his thumb tracing circles on her skin.

Unfortunately for Keira, though, she knew it was only that - a tease. For now. But in reality, she'd gotten herself stuck. She'd been trying to avoid a battle of muscle, but she had to admit that that's what she found herself in now, and that was rarely a battle she would win against Terrell. But how to break free without simply surrendering the point in his favor? It was far too early to call this a defeat. It was more like she'd slipped up; he hadn't earned it yet.

She could always tease him in response... perhaps if he started to feel as excited as she was starting to become, he'd have to release her in order to hold himself back. Or, knowing him, maybe not. It really depended on the mood. Something told Keira this wasn't one of those times he'd be trying to get at her like a wild animal. It just wasn't the kind of evening they'd planned.

Still, she could get him started.

"Enjoying yourself down there, T?" she'd say, her head turned halfway back to catch him in the corner of her eye. Oblivious to Beatriz' sweating, she had noticed Terrell beginning to stir. So she reached down, her finger gently tracing up his manhood. Already suspecting his answer, she asked anyway: "What say you we call this one a draw, hmmmmmm? Or do I have to... convince you?"