Chapter 5: Crossing Boundaries
The silence that permeated the hotel room was washed away by the hiss of Gail's dress. I pushed it up her thighs. Her breaths increased, rapid and sharp, as she used the arms of the loveseat to raise herself up and allow me to slide the dress to her hips. The chair punctuated her excited chorus with a c***k when she returned to the cushion.
Her p***s was a beautiful thing in a painful configuration. Her panties were black lace, sheer and tight, pinning it against her mound. The c**k was half-erect and curled awkwardly towards her leg. Where the pink head protruded, it glistened. Precum smeared her inner thigh.
"Excited?" I asked.
She ran her nails through my scalp. She dug in, reasserting Dom mode. "Pull my panties down, boy."
I whispered, "Yes, mistress
