Through A Glass Dirtily update

Tana ordered Kon to her own bedroom, barely giving him time to pull his Speedos back up. He squirmed with embarrassment, but also with excitement. Tana didn’t seem angry, and he knew enough about women to know that Tana would be pissed if he’d pulled a stunt like this before… that morning, pretty much. Now she seemed amused as she stared at the bulge of his returning erection.

“I suppose it’s my own fault,” Tana said. “It’s natural you’d want to see me or Roxy when you got back. Then you found us like that, and if one of us can get you going off to the races, two of us… well… you’re a red-blooded American man. You needed relief.”

“Absolutely. American,” Kon nodded. “I fight for truth, justice, and the American Way, no matter what my social studies class says.”

“But you shouldn’t have to relieve yourself. Not when you have a girlfriend. It’s a waste. I enjoy giving you relief; don’t you enjoy getting relief from me more than doing it yourself?” Tana insisted, almost sounding hurt.

“Uh… we’re talking the naughty kind of relief, right? I could be reading this the wrong way. There’ve been a lot of times I’ve thought girls were talking about sex when they weren’t talking about sex.”

“Yes, even considering how much you do it, talking isn’t your strong suit.” Tana slipped the robe off her shoulders, uncovering her dusky breasts. “Let’s not talk at all.”

Absence had made the heart grow fonder. Despite having seen them mere minutes ago, Kon sprang back to full erection at seeing them again. His hard-on tore right through his speedos, to Tana’s delight. 

She reached out and caressed his strong, Superman jaw, almost out of place on his boyish face—an intriguing hint of the man he would become. Was becoming. After what they’d done, he was certainly no child.

Tana slipped her hand around his neck and pulled him forward, bringing his face to her bust. Cupping her other hand under a plump little breast, she offered it to him. Kon groaned as he nuzzled against the glorious contours of her breast, the sumptuous curves he’d dreamed of touching a hundred times.

“Open your mouth,” Tana purred, surprised at how sultry her own voice sounded.

Kon’s lips separated and Tana pushed her nipple between them. It amused her, the way Kon’s mouth snapped shut again, sucking hard on her stiff nipple. The suction burned all the way down to her pussy. She gasped, hands going into his black hair, and forced more of her breast into his mouth. 

While Kon sucked her left breast, his left hand came up to paw at her right. Tana moaned even louder as he molded his strong fingers to the firmness of her breast. As he squeezed it, massaged it, Tana put her right hand on his wrist, trying to make sure he would keep fondling her and sucking her. One hand on the back of his head and one hand on his arm, just trying to hold him in place as he enjoyed her—that was most of what Tana contributed to the sex act.

Tana spasmed deep inside, felt herself wetly gush as Kon’s mouth went wild on her breast. She had come before from having her breasts pleasured, but never this easily. The feel of Kon’s hungry kiss on her nipple went right to where she was most tender. 

She pulled at Kon’s left hand, thinking she’d break herself before she got him to stop feeling her breast, but he willingly let her take his hand away—then bring it back to her belly, down between her legs…

“Touch my pussy,” she purred. “You liked fucking it so much… now feel it…”

His mouth still wrapped around her swollen nipple, Kon slipped his hand against Tana’s sex. She moaned—his fingers were against her folds, touching how wet she was. Shuddering, she felt an aftershock of her orgasm that was like coming all over again. Kon realized what was happening to her. He pulled his lips away from her nipple and looked her in the eye.

“Did I make you come?” he asked, too stunned to be smug.

“Fuck… you did,” Tana gasped, almost embarrassed. Kon could really do it—he could fuck her brains out, just like he’d always insinuated he could. “The way you treated my nipple… and when you touched my cunt…” She ran fond fingers through his hair. “I guess we just… click.”