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Communication Is Key (Lara Croft x Teen Guy Commission) (Excerpt - First Touches)
🕑 Added 2024-03-24 04:25:53 +0000 UTCLara gave a sultry grin as she opened her long, toned legs. Deftly, she peeled her turquoise-colored panties off to the side. Ryan’s eyes were as wide as saucers as he gulped, staring at her smooth-shaven mound, her pink sex glistening with the first signs of her arousal. Though this was all in the interest of convincing him to destroy the compromising material he had on her, she had to admit that it was surprisingly fun to see this young man adoring her like a lovesick puppy.
“Is this the first time you’ve seen a woman’s intimates, Ryan?” she asked, knowing it was a rhetorical question.
He dumbly nodded, his green eyes still fixed on her pussy.
She smiled. “I thought as much.” She enticingly tiptoed her fingers over her inner thigh. “Can I let you in on a little secret? I shaved it yesterday. Just for you.” She swirled her pointer finger around on her smooth, bare pubic mound. “Think of it as…enticement.”
“I…wow. I never thought that I would ever…” he stammered.
Lara smiled again, patting the spot between her legs. “I’ll wager you want to get a closer look, no?”
He eagerly nodded.
“Well then…be my guest.”
Ryan took a deep breath and shuffled himself closer between her spread-open tan legs.
“Miss Croft?”
Lara groaned as he heard her butler calling her from down the hall, his footsteps drawing close. “Damnit, Winston,” she muttered under her breath. This is what she got for leaving the door open. She looked down at Ryan, who looked terrified to be in this position. “Don’t panic. Just hold still for a few moments until I make him leave.”
Before Ryan could argue, Lara had flung the bedsheets of her bed over him, covering both him and her exposed lower body. Because of how thick and heavy her bedsheets were, it was very easy for the mound of blanket consisting of Ryan’s slender boyish body beneath it to just be mistaken for the blanket itself.
Winston appeared at her doorway, giving a small bow. “Miss Croft. Might I inquire as to where Mister Murphy has run off to?”
“The upstairs restroom, I believe, Winston,” Lara answered, putting on her best poker face. “He should return to his room momentarily.”
He nodded. “Very good. I just wanted to let you know that dinner will be ready at five.”
Lara nodded. “Splendid. Thank you, Winston.”
Winston bowed and turned to walk away. As he did, however, Lara’s breath hitched in her throat. Her inquisitive virgin guest had barely even given her butler enough time to depart before she felt a single digit touching her pussy. He made a stroking motion with his pointer finger up and down her moist pink slit, getting his first proper exploration of a woman’s vagina beneath the blanket.
“Oh!” Lara gasped. It became clear after just a couple moments that he was not merely getting a first touch of her pussy. He was teasing her, and it was working. Her body was so tuned-up and sensitive, and her shaking legs probably made that clear to him by now.
“I’m sorry, did you need anything else, Miss Croft? I thought I heard you say something,” Winston said, appearing in her doorway again.
“N- no,” Lara sputtered, trying to keep herself under control. Ryan, no doubt sensing that Winston was looking in on them again, had seemingly frozen still as well. But that did not stop his finger from continuing to teasingly stroke her pink labia. Two fingers now, to be exact. Cheeky little fucker. “I just wanted you to shut the door on your w- way back.”
Beneath the covers, she felt him use both of his thumbs to spread her pink labia open. What was he up to?
Winston nodded. “Ah, of course. See you for dinner, Miss Croft.” Winston shut the door and walked off, still seemingly none the wiser to what she and her young guest were getting up to, thankfully.
The moment the door shut behind him and the butler walked off, Ryan - still using his thumbs to spread open her inner pinkness - took that opportunity to slip his tongue inside his idol’s pussy. Lara clapped a hand to her mouth and let out a squeal, her bum rising a couple inches off the bed and grinding her sex into the boy’s mouth. Why was she so sensitive?! He was supposed to be the virgin here, after all, and she was supposed to be the one in control.
His nose was inadvertently bumping against her clit and his tongue was now making little plunges in and out of her sex as he kept her pussy spread open. That was enough to make her cum - not her hardest orgasm ever, but certainly her quickest. And the first orgasm during foreplay that she could remember since, well, ever.
“Mm…god yes…!” Lara threw her head back into her feather pillow as the teenager’s tongue dipped in and out of her wet pink sex. She slipped her hands beneath the blanket, running his fingers through his auburn hair and keeping his lips and mouth pressed firmly against her pussy as she had her first orgasm of the day.
