Free Forum: CHEERLEADER HARDCORE rolled off of her and we lay together, arms and legs entwined. "I really need a cigarette now!" she said and leapt up and went for her purse. "I bought a pack before I left the bar. Thought I might want one later on." She made a quick pit-stop in the bathroom, then she came back and lit up and tapped the ash into a bowl she'd taken from the kitchen. She lay down beside me and put the bowl on my stomach, which I found terribly sexy.
"Christ, I'm going to be sore in the morning," she said, blowing smoke at the ceiling. "Ooh, turn over, I think I may have drawn blood with my nails." I put the bowl aside and rolled over, and her hands touched my back and ass, gently this time.
"No blood, but you'll have marks for a few days. Sorry, honey,"
"I loved that, when you scratched me. It hurt but it felt fantastic when I came."
"I love to scratch. I was trying to draw blood, too. Right before you came I was trying to tear you apart. God, you came forever. I thought it was going to pour out all over the place."
I rolled back on my back and she put the bowl back on my tummy and then lit another cigarette. "I only smoke when I've had a really good meal, or when I'm out drinking, or when I'm trying to seduce a man. Or," she said, inhaling and then letting the smoke slowly slip from her lips, "when I HAVE seduced a man."
