Rick.
She looked around the room and noticed a picture of the woman on the mantle. There was also a picture of a smiling kid next to the couple. Marla’s brow raised, further shocked that he was planning to stepfather a child that was clearly not his. She didn’t understand how the two met or how the woman was somehow winning the man of her dreams. There was always one thing that Marla was good at and when in doubt, she always went back to basics.
Marla stripped down to just her panties and bra, thankful that she had worn a cute matching set before she went out. She hadn’t planned to come over to his house, but once she realized she needed help, Rick was naturally the first person that she had thought of. As she had waited for him to come get her, the plan of him taking her home had come to mind, though it had ended differently than she had envisioned it in her head.
She had figured he would fall for her advances, as he always had before. Not many men had turned her down and never one that she had been with before. Usually if Marla was intimate with a man, she would have a hold on him whenever she wanted to use it. Rick did not seem to be affected anymore and she wondered if she just had to get his body on the wagon. She figured his brain would come around if she could get his cock where she wanted him. Having been with Rick several years in college, she knew that he slept like a rock. What was once a joke among them would now be the weapon she would use against him.
As she crept down the dark hallway, she also remembered something else that she had liked about Rick’s sleeping habits. He never wore pajamas and very rarely would he wear boxers. Rick also hated to be covered up and usually slept on top of the comforter. It used to drive her crazy, but as she slowly pushed his door open, she was thankful for his quirks.
Rick was asleep and he snored lightly into the silent room. She waited for a moment, to make sure that he hadn’t heard her. When he didn’t move or respond, she shut the door behind her and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness in the room. He was lying there as she remembered. Rick was on his back, naked and uncovered. Her eyes feasted on his hard body for several minutes before she started to walk forward.
Marla stood over the bed and her eyes went to the soft meat nestled in curls of dark hair. It looked so innocent lying there as it did, but she knew the truth. She knew that he was full of dominate lust that could and had taken her breath away. Rick was intense and there had been several times that he had overwhelmed her with his fat cock inside of her. He liked it how she did, hard and fast, without asking permission. The longer she stared at it, the more she felt a moistening in her panties.
Deciding that she should be as naked as he was, she stepped out of her panties and unhooked her bra. She was not very large on top, but her slim breasts matched the rest of her petite body. Marla rubbed her own pussy for a few moments, transferring fluid around to make her pussy nice and slick. She was already ready for him and he wasn’t even hard yet. As she played in between her thighs, her eyes watched his face to see if he was in fact asleep. There was no reaction from her close-quarter masturbation, so she went further by slipping one of her fingers inside of herself. She stifled the moan that begged to escape and her body moved closer to the edge of the bed on its own volition.
Marla crawled onto the bed quietly, moving slow as not to let him feel the displacement of weight. She paused several times before she straddled his lower legs and her mouth was mere inches from his sleeping giant. She blew on it softly and watched it twitch a little with the stimulation. She grinned to herself, knowing that even if Rick resisted their past, his cock seemed to remember her quite well. Marla moved closer to him and waited for any sign of movement. She did not want to be disturbed before she could