"Can I at least ask why you're ... uh, unbuttoning ... "
"We've determined that you're a tit man," Siobhan reasoned sweetly, and with that she let her blouse hang open, then unhitched her bra in the front, liberating an impressively juicy set of knockers attached to her slender frame, the nipples very cheerily erect.
"There's no reason to do this," Steel tried to argue, though he had to admit he barely cared.
"I'm not doing this for the Institute. I'm doing this for me. I've been dreaming about you all week. I've got to have you -- and I think I WILL!"
Steel felt a bit embarrassed as he sprang right back to full erection from under the inadequate gown. Siobhan backed him up against the wall, then happily RRRRRIPPed the worn-out gown right off him, wrapping it quickly around her forearm and then flinging it aside. "Forget about the old clothes -- I think we'll just have you totally naked for the rest of your stay here!"
"Siobhan, what do you think you're doing?" he wondered a bit inanely, as she wriggled her skirt and panties off and shucked them straight down.
"I'm going to FUCK you. Oh, you can pretend to resist -- but we all know that you are simply incapable of saying NO to sex!" And to emphasize her point, she sank right down, clasped his shaft in her cleavage, and proceeded to suck him off with dedicated hair-shaking effort and much emphatic smacking, slurping, and satisfied moaning.
As Steel pressed his palms back against the wall, he could feel himself giving in, and knew that at any minute he would go berserk and fuck Siobhan's brains out. Still, he wondered: just how many sexy size freaks could BE in one institute, anyway? |