Chapter 53

The apartment was small - a kitchenette to the left of the entryway, with a living room immediately in front. There was a glass sliding door leading out onto the decently sized balcony Sabrina had called you from on Monday night. A door on the right wall of the living room led into a bedroom.

Sabrina was already practically naked by the time you and Gemma had kicked off your shoes.

“Impatient, much?” Gemma laughed.

“Yes!” Sabrina said. She was wearing a bra that matched the thong she had stuffed into your pocket, though it didn’t look like it was meant to give much support as the thin lace cupped her small breasts. She still had that little exclamation point trimmed into her pubic hair on her mound, and she was shifting her weight from hip to hip. “I haven’t had sex in almost a year, and John was good with his tongue but I’ve had that cock in my mouth four times now and my engine is fucking rumbling.”

“Guess you better get naked then,” Gemma smirked, slapping you on the ass.

You stepped into the living room fully, picking up Sabrina by the waist and raising her to kiss you. She wrapped her arms around your neck and her thin legs around your waist, hugging you tight as she thrust her tongue into your mouth. “Mmm,” she hummed, then broke away and looked over your shoulder. “He tastes like strawberry. Lip Gloss?”

“Oops,” Gemma said.

“No, I like it,” Sabrina laughed, then kissed you again.

You were holding her by her bare ass, palming her pert little cheeks and kneading them, and she started humping her hips at you.

“God, you are a horny little bitch, aren’t you?” you laughed.

“If I don’t get your cock soon, I’m going to tie you to a chair and make Gemma take care of me with a dildo while you’re forced to watch and can’t jerk off,” she said, playfully growling and taking the tip of your nose between her teeth.

“Out here on the couch, or in the bedroom?” you asked.

“Don’t want to mess my sheets and have to wash them,” she said. “Fuck me unconscious and tuck me in after.”

“Fuck, that sounds hot,” Gemma said.

You glanced back at her and found that she’d sat down on the chair close to the couch. She’d already taken off her pantsuit jacket, leaving her in her blouse with the buttons still undone and showing cleavage. She was watching you and Sabrina, leaning forward in the seat.

“Out here it is,” you said, and carried Sabrina over to the couch and set her down, before standing with your crotch near her face. “If you want it so bad, take it out.”

“Gladly,” she smirked and started working on your pants as you began unbuttoning your shirt. She got your cock out of the hole in your briefs and through the zipper quickly, not even bothering to take your pants off. You were already hard, and Sabrina immediately took your cockhead into her mouth as she looked up at you with her big eyes.