Chapter 194

Ginnie groaned loudly and slowly wiggled her bum back at me as I palmed both of her cheeks and spread her lewdly, running my thumbs along the inner crease of her cheeks without actually touching her asshole.

“Such a slut,” Leia teased from over in her seat.

“Takes one to know one,” Ginnie groaned back as I ran my thumbs back up in the opposite direction. Then I let go of her buttcheeks and gave her another spank, my pink handprint staying on her tanned butt for a good couple of seconds as Cattie got it on camera.

“Alright, turn over,” I told Ginnie.

She did, rolling onto her back, and then she spread her legs around my knees on the deck. Cattie kept taking pictures, smirking a little and shaking her head at Ginnie’s lewd display of herself.

“You really are a little spinner, Ginnie,” Cattie said.

“Guys have called me that before but I never knew what it meant,” Ginnie said, interrupted by a moan as I ran my slick, suntan-oiled hand downs her inner thighs and then up over her hips, avoiding touching her puffy pussy.

“It means it’s easy to spin you around on a bed while having sex and move you into whatever position your partner wants,” Cattie said. “Especially without taking a cock out of you.”

“Ungh, yes please,” Ginnie groaned, reaching down past my arms and running her own fingers over her pussy lips.

“Ah, ah,” I shook my head, taking her arms by the wrists and lifting them over her head. “No touching yourself, Ginnie.”

Ginnie let out a little whine and pouted, which looked great for the camera with her arms pinned back.

I went back to massaging her torso, slowly moving up towards her chest, and Ginnie dutifully kept her arms over her head. As I ran my fingers over her ribs she pressed her chest out, begging for some attention there, and I let my hands slide up her skinny little form all the way to just under her bikini top and stopped.

“Roooobbie,” Ginnie whined, wiggling beneath me.

“Shhh,” I shushed her, then I shuffled closer and pushed her thighs back with my knees and leaned down over her, bringing my hands to her face and starting to give her a massage there starting at her temples.

It looked like I’d hit a restart button on Ginnie. Her eyes went placid and her jaw hung open and she stopped moving as I softly rubbed her temples, then up over her forehead and brow, and then down the sides of her delicate nose to her cheeks.

“I think you broke her,” Cattie said.

“Ginnie?” Leia asked, standing up and coming over to us. “You OK?”

“Uh-huh,” Ginnie grunted through her open mouth.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

“Uh-uh,” she grunted.

I ran my fingers down to the corners of her jaw and then lower onto her neck.

“Still good?” I asked.

“Choke me,” Ginnie pleaded softly.

“Like this?” I asked, using one hand to wrap around her throat just under her jaw.

“Mhmm,” Ginnie groaned. “Please may I touch myself? I’m so close.”

“Shhh,” I hushed her again, and I reached between us and put two fingers over her clit and wiggled them back and forth.

Ginnie squeezed her eyes closed but left her mouth hanging open, and then she hiccuped hard and opened her eyes wide as she came. It was short and hard, and her entire body tensed for one moment before relaxing. I pulled my hands from her and softly brushed her hair from her forehead. “You good, little spinner?” I asked.