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Scarlet Ribbons by Jack Vettriano
The blonde opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. Her face is painted with so much care…it makes her easy to read.
The woman cocks her head.
“Don’t you want to kiss him?”
The girl collects herself. Sits up straighter.
“Yes. Of course I do.”
The woman smiles, all red meat and wine. The girl wants to be taken seriously, but it’s impossible. She looks like a confection, with her candy floss hair and peppermint lips.
The man shifts as the woman bends, brushing her cheek against the girl’s. She inhales. The little blonde smells like vanilla. Of course. Of course, she would.
“Then,” the woman says, tipping her voice so it surrounds the girl like honey, “kiss him.”
The girl’s caramel scent surrounds the woman as her cheeks grow flushed and warm. Then she nips across the room and tips her face up to the man’s.
“Not there,” the woman says, laughing.
The girl turns and looks at her questioningly. The woman laughs again. The blonde understands. At least, part of her does. No one is as innocent as that girl is pretending to be….
The woman’s eyes drifted over the man, drawing a picture for their guest. Torso. Waist. Hips. Thighs. The thing she’s meant to kiss. The girl’s eyes widen but it’s part of the act. A tiny smirk mars her spun sugar face.
The woman looks at the man and the man looks at her, as something more subtle than a wink passes over the girl’s head. Then he ambles towards the couch.
“C’mon,” he says, sitting down and spreading his legs.
The girl jumps. He hasn’t spoken before, and she responds instinctively, moving across the room as if someone’s flipped a switch. Then she kneels between his legs and waits, looking from him to the woman.
“Good girl,” the woman says, settling in beside the man. He wraps an arm around her and pulls her close. His other hand stays on his knee, deceptively still.
“Unzip his fly and take out his cock.”
The girl does as she’s told, all hints of sugar and innocence gone. She’s practically panting by the time she pulls it out of his pants. The woman’s lips quirk in a half-second smile. She understands the girl’s interest. He has a beautiful cock.
“Kiss it,” she says. “And then suck him off as sweetly as you can. Let’s see how much of that lipstick survives.”
The girl nods, licking her lips like the caricature of a whore. For the first time that night, she looks beautiful to the woman. Her predictability is beautiful…. The woman touches the man’s hand as he strokes her neck, just enough to wake her spine.
The woman kisses him then, a light touch of their lips as the girl takes him into her lollipop mouth. The understanding at the foundation of their relationship wraps itself around them. They have a good love. She kisses him again, absorbing his heavy pulse as he slides his cock down the blonde’s open throat.
They kiss as the girl sucks him off like the professional she is. They kiss, round and wet, as he grips the blonde’s hair and brutally steers her head. They kiss when the woman’s fingers join his in manipulating the girl. They kiss as he gets closer, thrusts harder and hungrier. They kiss as he bares his teeth. They kiss, eyes open, when he finally comes all over the girl’s ruined face. The lipstick doesn’t survive.
The woman reaches down and runs her thumb down the girl’s sticky cheek. His cum is still warm when she licks her fingers clean.
The woman smiles at the deliciously ruined blonde.
“My turn for dessert.”
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