ANNA-BROOKS GETS OWNED, Pt.2

(Hello! This time I thought it would be fun to see where the Roberts Boys got it from. If you are not sure what I am referring to, please click my profile. Of the 12 multi-chapter stories written so far, 10 are about the Roberts boys and their sexual hi-jinks/adventures, so it’s high-time I wrote something about their Dad. This one incorporates a young lass’s introduction into BDSM, hope you enjoy it!)



I sat up and grabbed the back of Anna-Brooks Cowan’s neck and kissed her hard. She kissed me back, not hesitating a second. She pressed her body firmly against me as our lips clashed, hands tangling in each other’s hair. Anna-Brooks jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I brought immediately slid my hand under her skirt and grabbed her luscious ass to support her, my entire palm squeezing her plump ass cheek. Her short-ass boyfriend could never lift her like me, nor could he carry her like I was carrying her. She felt so small as I brought her to the couch. We chuckled as we tumbled onto it, Anna-Brooks straddling my lap now.



She could feel my firmness poking her, and she ground herself against it. I cupped her breast with my other hand now as I moaned a low guttural sound, and she moaned in return. My hands shifter to the bottom of her shirt and Anna-Brooks quickly lifted her arms, allowing me to pull it off. I discarded it as she pressed my face against her cleavage, rubbing my face in her tits. They were pert, and felt so soft yet firm, so perfect. I grabbed her ass and massaged it as she continued to grind on me. Dammit I wanted to fuck this young woman.



I began to pull off my own shirt, and Anna-Brooks took the opportunity to undo her bra. The sight of her bare breasts took my breath away. They sat supple and proud, two opaline pieces of flesh with pink nipples that were erect like pencil erasers. I took one in my mouth as she grabbed my head and moaned once more. As I kissed and sucked her tits, my fingers hooked themselves in her damp panties and began to slide them down. She stood up and took them the rest of the way off.



To Anna-Brooks’s surprise, I fell forward onto my knees. I lifted her skirt up and began to plant small, gentle kisses on her legs, making her snicker, then moan. She continued as I worked my way up, biting softly at her thighs. She took fistfuls of my hair as she guided my mouth to her already wet pussy, and she moaned my name.



My tongue glided across her entrance, savoring how sweet Anna-Brooks tasted. Almost like strawberries. I used my whole tongue as I lapped at her pussy hungrily, my patience disappearing.