Sensual Adventures:Episode 1 The Reunion

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The soft whooosh of sliding doors broke the silence as a voluptuous blonde peeked through, her piercing blue eyes scanning the dimly lit room. She had heard a noise—a faint rustle, the creak of furniture—something that didn’t belong in the empty expanse of her penthouse.

“Hello, Marcia?” Brittany called out, her voice dripping with suspicion as she stepped forward, her bare feet padding against the cool marble floor.

No answer.

Then, from the shadows of the plush leather couch, a sultry voice purred back.

“Hi, Brittany.”

The sound sent a jolt through Brittany’s body—Trinity.

Her full, perky D-cup breasts heaved with a sudden, furious breath as she stormed out from behind the doors, her naked form on full display. She hadn’t even realized she was still undressed, her anger overriding all sense of modesty. Every furious stomp made her heavy tits bounce hypnotically, her thick, cock swaying between her toned thighs, already half-hard from the adrenaline coursing through her.

She stopped just inches from the couch, her flawless body glistening under the low light—her nipples stiff, her shaft twitching, her dick glistening with unsated need.

“Oh, Trinity—get out,” Brittany demanded, her voice sharp as a blade.

Trinity lounged back, her dark, smoldering eyes raking over Brittany’s naked form with shameless hunger. “You look absolutely gorgeous,” she murmured, licking her lips as she took in every curve, every inch of Brittany’s flawless skin.

Brittany’s fists clenched. “Did you hear what I just said? Get out! You can’t just break in here. What the hell are you even doing?” Her body trembled with rage—and something else—her cock throbbing visibly as her heavy tits jiggled with each agitated movement.

Trinity sighed, her expression shifting to something softer, almost wounded. “I came to find you. You disappeared.”

“I left you. I figured that was obvious,” Brittany snapped, though her voice wavered just slightly. A smirk tugged at Trinity’s full lips. “Well, yeah, it was… after a while. But at first, I thought you’d been kidnapped.” She watched Brittany’s face closely, savoring the way her plush lips parted in disbelief.

“Are you kidding me?” Brittany scoffed, rolling her eyes. Trinity chuckled, rising from the couch with feline grace, her own magnificent body on display—her dark, sun-kissed skin contrasting against Brittany’s golden tan, her heavy breasts swaying as she stepped closer. “I mean, yeah, I know kidnappers don’t usually take all your stuff while leaving all of mine behind… but…”

Her gaze dropped shamelessly to Brittany’s stiffening cock. “Do you really expect me to be able to concentrate when you’re standing here like that? You look like a fucking goddess.”

Brittany’s cheeks flushed, her earlier fury faltering as Trinity closed the distance between them. “I—I don’t forgive you,” she muttered, though her voice lacked its earlier venom.

“I’m not asking you to. I fucked up,” Trinity admitted, her hand reaching out to gently brush against Brittany’s shoulder. The touch was electric, sending a shiver down Brittany’s spine as Trinity’s fingers traced delicate patterns over her skin, slowly trailing down to the swell of her breast.

“Wait—wait, what are you doing?” Brittany gasped, stepping back, though her body betrayed her—her cock now fully erect, jutting proudly from her pelvis, her pussy glistening with arousal.

Trinity smirked, stepping closer again.

“What?” she purred, leaning in until her lips hovered just above Brittany’s.

“You’re trying to have sex with me?!?!” Brittany accused, though her breath hitched as Trinity’s hand ghosted over her throbbing length. “Well… yeah,” Trinity admitted with a wicked grin. “Not happening,” Brittany insisted, even as her hips twitched forward, her cock begging for attention.

Trinity’s eyes flicked down pointedly. “Mmm, are you sure?”

Brittany followed her gaze—her own traitorous cock stood rigid, her body screaming for Trinity’s touch.

“Trinity, get out,” Brittany growled, turning her back in a last-ditch effort to resist. But Trinity wasn’t having it. “I didn’t do anything,” she murmured, pressing her body against Brittany’s back, her hard cock nestling between Brittany’s ass cheeks. “Just calm down… it’s okay…”

Her lips found Brittany’s neck, kissing and sucking lightly, her hands roaming over Brittany’s tits, pinching her nipples until a wanton moan escaped Brittany’s lips.

“You—you need to leave,” Brittany protested weakly, her resolve crumbling as Trinity’s fingers trailed down her toned stomach, circling her throbbing shaft.

“I totally will,” Trinity whispered between kisses. “I just… uh… need to…”

Her hand wrapped around Brittany’s cock, stroking slowly, teasingly, her thumb swiping over the slick tip.

“Oh—fuck—it’s time for you to go,” Brittany gasped, though her voice was now a breathy whimper.

“I know,” Trinity agreed, her voice dripping with lust as she continued to stroke, her other hand cupping Brittany’s breast, squeezing them.

Brittany’s legs trembled. “Oh no—over there—couch,” she panted, her eyes fluttering shut. “Right,” Trinity smirked, knowing she had won.

Brittany collapsed onto the couch, lying on her back, her legs spread wide, her cock standing tall and leaking. Trinity wasted no time—her fingers danced along Brittany’s shaft, teasing the sensitive head before wrapping her whole hand around it, stroking slowly.

“Faster,” Brittany commanded, her hips bucking.

Trinity obeyed, her hand moving up and down Brittany’s length with increasing speed. Meanwhile, her own cock had grown fully hard, twitching with need.

“Your dick is just how I remember it,” Trinity moaned, positioning herself between Brittany’s legs. She rubbed the tip of her cock against Brittany’s wet slit, then teasingly against her tight asshole, making Brittany whimper.

“Don’t stop,” Brittany begged, her back arching.

“It’s not time yet,” Trinity teased, continuing to stroke Brittany while grinding against her.

“No!” Brittany gasped, shocked at the denial.

“Yes,” Trinity countered, lowering her lips to Brittany’s cock, her tongue swirling around the head before taking her deep into her mouth.

“Oh… okay,” Brittany sighed, surrendering to the pleasure.

Trinity worshiped Brittany’s cock with her mouth while her hand worked her own length, both of them lost in ecstasy.

Then, Trinity pulled back, her voice husky with desire. “I want to lick your ass.”

“Serve yourself,” Brittany panted.

In seconds, Brittany was flipped onto her stomach, her ass raised high in the air. Trinity’s hands caressed her thighs before spreading her cheeks, her tongue darting out to taste her.

“Let me feel your tongue,” Brittany moaned.

Trinity didn’t hesitate. Her tongue plunged into Brittany’s tight hole, swirling and thrusting, licking every inch of her. Brittany moaned, her cock dripping onto the couch beneath her as Trinity devoured her.

“I wanna fuck,” Brittany whimpered.

“Me too,” Trinity agreed, rising to her knees, her cock slick with precum.

She lined herself up, pressing the thick head against Brittany’s entrance before pushing in slowly, savoring the tight heat.

“Take it… take it,” Brittany urged, pushing back against her.

Trinity’s thrusts grew faster, harder, her balls slapping against Brittany’s ass as she drove into her over and over.

“I’m cumming!” Trinity cried, her orgasm crashing over her as she emptied herself deep inside Brittany.

She pulled out slowly, her cum dripping from Brittany’s stretched hole.

“That was amazing… now it’s your turn,” Brittany purred, rolling onto her back, her cock still rock-hard and begging for release.

“I knew you’d say that,” Trinity grinned, already reaching for her.

To be continued…