She was overwhelmed. “Oh, Mr. Potter, you poor thing,” she said. She removed her hand from her pussy, and saw her hand was sticky and shiny with a clear whitish substance. Had she come then? She wasn’t sure, but Mr. Potter was here now. She would come the night away then.
Andrea held out her arms, inviting her babysitting boss to slide right into them. Mr. Potter did just that. With Mr. Potter in her arms, Andrea sank back and slid down her pillows until she was lying down right on the bed, with Mr. Potter right on top of her. Now things were looking up. She stared deep into his eyes. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered. Her fingers ran lightly up and down his bare back, tickling him. He smiled at the sensations her fingers made but didn’t say anything. Instead, he moved in to kiss her fully on the lips.
She was taken aback, but not for long. She was quickly absorbed by the full feel of Mr. Potter’s lips on hers, and she liked it. No, she loved it. She parted her lips slightly, letting him know she was inviting him to taste her mouth even further, that he could slip his tongue inside her mouth anytime he wished to do so.
But Mr. Potter didn’t do anything of that sort. He nibbled and lightly sucked on both her upper and lower lip. He was tasting her, Andrea supposed. Well, she wanted to taste him to. With her fingers still running up and down his back, she slid her tongue inside his mouth and flicked it here and there. She discovered he tasted like coffee and cigarettes. His taste was very manly, and that added to her already elevated levels of libido. She moved beneath him until her legs were free, and she wrapped them around his waist. In that position, she felt something hard and solid between his legs. She knew right away it was his cock. Andrea felt like laughing. They haven’t even done anything yet, but Mr. Potter was acting as if they’ve already screwed each other more than five times tonight!
Then his tongue met hers, and she almost gasped in surprise. His tongue was smooth and moved expertly, like it had a purpose and knew what it wanted. She parted her lips even more, and his tongue ran all over the inside of her mouth, leaving no part untouched. Something gushed from her down there. She was very aroused now. In her mind’s eye, she could see the growing spot right between the crotch of her panties. The stuff was sticky but fresh, and Mr. Potter was licking the juice right off her panties then right off her swollen pussy.
She moaned too loudly. Realizing her mistake, she stopped kissing him and kept an ear out for any movement from her mother’s bedroom. She heard a snore in response, and she relaxed. Her mother was very sound asleep, it seemed. Time to resume her action with Mr. Potter.
He kissed her deeply again. His hand slid inside her pajama top and settled on her flat stomach. His hand felt warm against her flesh, and something gushed from her pussy again. Andrea arched her back. She wanted his hand to move up and higher, right into her breasts. Her twins were begging to be touched and caressed. Plus her sleeping nipples were waking up now. She wasn’t wearing any bra beneath her pajama top. She realized with regret she shouldn’t have worn any panties too.
Mr. Potter slid his hand up her chest and grabbed one of Andrea’s tits. She moaned softly. It felt so good. His touch always felt incredible. She saw he was looking down at her with a smile she couldn’t quite read.
“Is this what you want, Andrea?” he asked in a low voice. His thumb flicked over her sensitive nipple, and she had to suppress a gasp. His thumb moved again, firmer and faster this time. Her nipples now stood up, nubs as erect as soldiers. Mr. Potter kept flicking them with his thumbs. His other hand was on her other breast now. His hands began to move. He groped and fondled Andrea’s tits eagerly, like a child exploring a new toy. Andrea arched her back even more, encouraging him to grab as much breast meat as he liked, which he eventually did but not before he almost ripped her pajama top open. Now she was naked from the waist up beneath him.
Mr. Potter looked down at her bare torso. He removed his hands from her breasts and just stared at her.
“You’re lovely, Andrea,” he murmured, stroking her shoulder as he spoke.
“I’m yours, Mr. Potter,” she answered. “I’m yours. I’m your fuck toy. Play with your fuck toy now.”
Her words seemed to set off some hidden alarm in him. Mr. Potter attacked her. Andrea squealed as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. God, for a man so trim, he was extremely powerful! He buried his face on her breast, sucking and pulling frantically at her tits. She kept her mouth clamped shut, giving off small moans every now and then. Much as she wanted to, she couldn’t cry out loud, not if she wanted to wake her mother up.