This is part of a bargain with Dev-love 21 on here and my twitter mutual, Read her westallen stories. So, here it is Devan thanks for editing fairplay.
It is a multi-chapter but less than 6 chapters or 6 it's depends on how lazy I get. sporadic update.
Warning: smut ahead . and if you need a playlist Fka twigs water me, and Fka twigs kicks.
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Chapter I: Unleashed sex…tapes?
He straightens his crooked tie until it stays in the centre of his immaculate white collar. With extra care, Archie brushes back his fiery hair. Everything must be squared and perfect. The young man can hear his father's voice, and the deep baritone demands perfection from him. A hair out of place is an insult for what the Andrews' name stands for in the country.
Accordingly, Archie stands taller, and he perfectly lays his rebel hair strands. Today more than ever, he needs to look perfect. His graduation is a few hours away, and it means the beginning of a precise life. Perfection, the young man has worked his entire life to achieve it. Nothing else could satisfy Archie's father. When he was five years old, a speech by Frederick started Archie's obsession with perfection. Each word still engraved in his adult mind, and they are responsibilities in being an Andrews.
Twenty-three years later, he has yet to step out the perfect path, which he must religiously follow. Archie must be the first in everything and have the excellent image. The young man has used every second of his life to creating a positive perception of him, and he started to build a secure future. Today is the culmination of his efforts and the beginning of a new journey.
First, he became the valedictorian of his Yale's batch, and he ultimately mastered in political science and international law. Archie's trajectory leads him to a brilliant political career. After today, he will join the ministry of foreign affair. It is a matter of hours, but his nomination as the youngest ambassador ever to serve for the United States is impending. Frederick has everything figured out, and Archie must follow the steps.
Consequently, Archie Andrews is on the verge of a glorious political career. He is ready to walk in his father's footsteps. The young man has big shoes to fill and higher standard to uplift. Frederick is a political genius and the ventriloquist, who controlled the most powerful men in the world. Although, he never made it to the office because he lacked the needed charisma. His son possesses that specific aura, and he has started to pave Archie's path.
Frederick takes helpless white boys from powerful families and turns them into powerful men. Therefore, he intends to do the same with his son. Archie should surpass his father, and Frederick groomed him to become a president. They planned each second of Archie's life and the decisions, which they took, lead to calculated moves. There are no margins for improvisations or errors.
Archie throws a suit jacket over his tailored designer shirt, and he stares at the man in the mirror. Everything is perfect, every detail is under control, but his smile is similar to a painful grimace. The smile doesn't matter because people hardly care for the authenticity of one. They don't care enough to look beyond the surface. Archie's surface is polished and perfect.
Archie attempts again to smile, and it looks better than the first one. Although, it is just as fake as the first one. Emotional restraint is not the young man's strong suit, but his father encouraged him to improve his duplicity. Eager to conquer the last obstacle in his path to glory, Archie has become a better actor. After the third attempts, the smile is perfect and almost genuine.
There is nothing unusual with the night. Although, there are younger people in the crowds. Graduation nights bring the younger crowd. She attempts to calm her nerve, and her hair is again doing it. It does it every other night.
Drinks patron spill from everywhere, and it means she would have to be cautious. Drunkards have the poor practice to grope. In her strategically cut cat suit, there is many parts to touch. The influential men, who constitute the crowd, have a hard time understanding a rejection.
"Are you ready?" Valerie steps behind her and the young woman's voice brings Josie out of her thoughts.
Josie passes her hand in her unruly and tangled mane. Curls escape the neat bun, which she attempted to do. She sighs with exasperation and removes the scrunchy, which maintains her hair in place. The mass of curls cascades on her shoulder in an uncoordinated manner. It beautifully frames her face.
Josie looks in the mirror and faces organized chaos. Between the hyper-coiled curls and the very loose ones, the young woman does not know how to proceed. Her Bantou knots failed her at the worse time. She peers at the clock on the wall, and it is almost the show time. She hears the announcer says their name and the crowd cheers for them.
"Josie..." Mel calls for her with an annoyed tone.
The scene is nothing out of the ordinary, and Josie Mc Coy is never ready on time. For someone so dedicated to her craft, she displays a lot of insouciance. It is a sign of rebellion against her family's principles. She does everything not to be like her mother. Josie Mc Coy is a rebel at heart, and she refuses to bend under the societal pressure. With cat's ears that neatly crown her head and a microphone, she fights a future, which her parent tailored for her.
From kindergarten to the Ivy League, which Sierra forces her to attend, her mother never allowed her to have a margin of error. If Sierra Mc Coy saw her daughter tonight, she would have a heart attack. Josie parades in a cut cat suit, which shows the soft skin of her bare back and the side of her chest. If the costume is controversial, the staged performance will cause the vessel in Sierra's head to implode.
The Pussycats are famous because of their very passionate and sensual numero. Next year, Josie will graduate from her political science and diplomacy course, but she always wanted to be a singer. Consequently, she created the Pussycats and became the leader of the famous troupe.
The Pussycats are a modern burlesque troupe, which is infamous for sensual and erotic routines. The group often performs in secret Gentlemen's club. Their shows are exclusive and highly anticipated. In addition, only a selected few have the luck to watch them on stage for their six annual performances. Every Gentlemen's club fights to hire them.
Tonight, they are performing in a highly secretive club, where very particular groups of people receive an offer to frequent the place. The people in attendance rank from powerful billionaires, capitalism mogul, and successful politicians. Some are all three of those. Ironically, her mom wishes she could frequent this crowd in her daily life. However, Josie tries to stay away from the cruel world of politics.
"Josie, babe we don't have time for this." Cheryl throws a lipstick in her direction, and luckily, Josie catches it.
Carefully, she applies the Russian red on her plump lips. Satisfied with the result, Josie blows a kiss at the mirror. Her dark magenta smoky eyes pop out and her cat eyes emphasize the depth of her brown irises. The young woman glances at her reflection in the mirror for the last time. She smiles, and it is genuine. Josie forgets about her untamable hair because she cares very little for perfection.
"Showtime girls and give it your all." She encourages her troupe, and she walks out of her dressing room.
"What is it like finally to join the big boys?" Jughead teases his best friend while he pats Archie's back.
The redhead is tired, and he had an endless day. Exhausted, he can't think nor does he want to be in a Gentlemen's club. Archie's friend dragged him out with the excuse to celebrate his accomplishment. Accordingly, he is half-bored in a poorly lit room, which too many men fill. Two third of the crowd is twice his age, and Archie questions the sensibility of his friends on how to party. Indeed, he has joined the big boys.
"Liberating?" The young man is unsure of his answer.
However, he believes it to be the expected answer. Always tell the people what they want to hear, and tailored lies render people compliant. In truth, he does not know what it will be like to join the big boys. Despite his lack of substantial knowledge, he doubts the experience will be liberating. Joining the big boys means more responsibilities and increased pressure on his shoulder. Frederick will no longer allow him certain liberties. Consequently, wasting his last night of freedom in this club is painful.
"Ready to swim with the shark?" Reggie joins the conversation, and he pushes a tumbler filled with a scotch of forty years.
Archie catches the glass and downs the scotch in a matter of seconds. No one blinks an eye at his excessive drinking, and the abuse of alcohol is part of their manly rituals and the only freedom, which their parent allows.
"I have never swum with anything else," Archie answers with smugness in his tone, and he refills his tumbler.
The strong taste of the scotch revives his senses. It sits on his palates, and the gold liquid burns his throat. His inside is warm, and the exhaustion starts to disappear. Soon his tongue will become loose, and he will start his infamous tirade about being free to do what he wants.
"I heard that you are starting right away. Your father isn't allowing you to enjoy a sabbatical year. Does he need to pull your strings? I heard of the match, and you deserve this night." Sweet Pea throws his piece into the conversation.
For a second, Archie tries to process his words. The Redhead expression is blank, and he is growing pale. Their conversations always have the same topic, and so he can easily zone out. They always talk about the next great idea to further their political career, but he must have misheard his friend. Sweet Pea pushes a pack of Marlboro in the centre of the table for anyone, who is willing to use nicotine to unwire his nerves.
"A match?" Archie chokes on the word and coughs.
The young man can barely hide his surprise. Archie takes a cigarette and drains his scotch in a shallow breath. Frederick made a move without his son's knowledge, but Archie should not be surprised.
"Yep, the Cooper girl," Jughead says with a hint of bitterness, which he successfully hides.
"We were quite a few suitors attempting to secure that alliance, and I mean with her father climbing in the polls. You may have just ensured a spot in the next first family. Although, I'm wondering if your father is behind the man's success." Jughead pursues, but Archie has missed half of his sentence.
He is engaged, and he discovered it tonight. Archie refills his tumbler and takes another swing of the scotch. He may as well drink from the bottle because he needs the warmth.
"Betty Cooper..." Archie blows away circles of smoke between words.
The conviction in his voice starts to fade. When his father promoted the wedlock plan, Archie had suggested Veronica lodge.
"You didn't know of your future union." With a lack of surprise, Reggie says.
"We talked about it but..." Archie attempts to lie, but his frustration overwhelms his mind.
The words collide in his brain.
"But ... But...I don't think I want a reminder that I'm engaged while I'm about to watch a bunch of naked women." After a few seconds, he recovers and manages to silence his thoughts. He always must show restraint in public.
"Blasphemy!" Reggie shouts out of nowhere, and the rest of the patrons stare at their table.
However, the alcohol has started to consume their inhibition. They don't care how loud they can be. Reggie focuses on Archie, and he shakes his head in disbelief.
"The Pussycats are more than naked women, and they're scarcely naked." He unapologetically continues, and the rest of the table agrees with him.
"This is what happens when someone spends a lifetime in books and college parties. He does not appreciate the fine things in life. You would not understand the glory of women like the Pussycats." Alcohol has also stripped Jughead's mind from tact. "You will be married to a boring woman."
"Betty Cooper is beautiful, graceful, and ..." Reggie interrupts Archie with a loud snort.
"When this curtains open and they walk on stage, you will understand." Sweet Pea jumps him, and he adds a whistle for good measure.
"When she walks on that stage, the one and only, the feline and suave..." The cheering crowd swallows Reggie's words while he tries to correct Sweet Pea and praise the woman, who stole his soul with a hand wave.
"Josie and the Pussycats." The voice of the announcer fills the room, but quickly the cheers swallow it.
The curtains move, and the entire room becomes silent. They stare at the opening curtain, and the atmosphere carries a sort of tension.
Josie takes a deep breath, and she walks in the expecting lights. For a second, the bright white light blinds her, and she waits for her reflex to adjust her vision in accord with the room's brightness.
Ultimately, she can see, and she inhales to release part of her stress. The other girls slowly step on the stage, and the beat drops to welcome them. Hips sway rhythmically, and lustful cheers fill the room.
Josie's sultry voice echoes in the room and the heavy velvet curtains hide her.
"Josie...Josie," The crowd chants her name, and it almost in reverence.
Her voice is lower and more enticing. The notes are suaver with each sensual word, which leaves her lips. Listening to her voice is similar to a tasting of a cup of seasoned Barcelonan melted chocolate. It is sweet with a character, and it is an aphrodisiac. There is an overwhelming richness to it.
She slides her leg out of the dark, and the yellow lights emphasize the hue of her rich skin. Eyes follow every of her slow movement. Her soft laugh fills the room. When she moves half of her body onto the light, another line leaves her lips. As usual, her tone is suave like a moan left out in a middle of the most pleasurable erotic encounter.
Her heart starts to beat faster with every inch of her body, which she exposed to the crowd. The curtains are pulled further away, and her figure eight is revealed. Josie can barely hear herself with the catcalling crowd. The stress always threatens to ruin her performance. Consequently, she must learn to change a show for an aroused crowd into an intimate moment.
With confidence and grace, her hips sway to the rhythm of the core beat. Her steps are delicate and highlight her feminine eight figure. Josie reaches the front of the stage, and she quickly peruses the room. Red hair and his familiar nonchalance catch her eyes. He isn't as subjugated by the sway of her hips as the rest of the men in the room. It is not different from the class, which they have in common. A sceptical will be the perfect challenge. Josie focuses her attention on Archie, who brings a half-emptied tumbler to his lips and leans back into his chair. Burning cigarette still held in his other hand, and his tongue darts to lick a drop of scotch on the top of the tumbler. Their eyes lock, and he demands that she impresses him with his arrogance. Josie Mc Coy never shies away from a challenge. She defiantly smirks while she suavely runs her hand along her endless toned leg.
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Archie watches him as she moves so felinely. He may be delusional, but her eyes are successfully setting his entire body ablaze. The young woman is unable to breathe correctly. Archie draws a sharp intake of air, but his lungs continue to combust. When she sings a specific line and her eyes run over his body, Archie's body shivers with needs. When she sensually lowers her body into a crouching posture, and her hips have the fluidity of a calm sea, Archie starts to reconsider what he equates to eroticism.
The younger man wonders how her voice doesn't falter as his heartbeat does every time she suavely thrusts her hips. For a long minute, he has forgotten the cigarette in his hand. The only vague reminder of the burning object is the increasing heat around his forefinger and middle finger. Archie does not know what is the most intoxicating. Her sensuality, which is almost Eros holy call to debauchery, or if her sultry voice that awakens the essence of his masculinity. The lyrics of the song are lost on him, and Archie's mind has taken a leave while his hormones dictate his current thoughts.
When Josie's hand teasingly grazes the zipper of her suit and she subtlety winks at him, Archie curses. Although she only opens a little part, the sight of her glistening dark skin is enticing for his aroused mind. He can see the curve of her breast, and his mind reacts like a horny adolescent. Forgotten is his scotch, and he doesn't care. The ashes of his cigarette cover his hand as the flame dies out, and burnt are his fingers.
Josie's hips gyrate, and Archie wishes that she could do it on top of him. A smile full of promise appears on her lips, and she may be privy to his secret thought. The young woman pulls her zipper further down, and one of her sleeves slips down and reveals more of her gorgeous skin. Archie's finger inch to caress the bare inch of her skin.
Once again, she drops down. When she slowly rises, Archie has a delightful view of her round bottom and her fit bareback. The sight is overwhelming, and his thoughts freeze on how much he desires Josie. Alcohol encourages him to be bold.
The show ends too fast for the entire room taste, and he watches her leave the stage. He reads on her lips, but he is unsure of the message. Perhaps, it is wishful thinking on his part. Her hips continue to imitate the glorious motion of the wave a calm ocean. It is fluid, tempting, and absolute. She is beautiful.
"It may be your last time to see such a woman, Mr soon-to-be-married. That was Josie for you." Reggie's voice brings Archie out of the crevices of his mind.
Josie must have left the stage ten minutes ago. With a head filled with sinful thoughts, he continued to stare at the empty space. Reggie's words ground him to reality. Archie weights his options. He was never one for rushed decisions. Although, his reckless side crawls to the surface. The alcohol and what Josie's performance steered to the surface provoke a momentum. Abruptly, the young man stands and leaves the table. It is a pure impulse, and for once, he wants to do something without thinking about the perfect outcome.
Because of who his father is, having access to the backstage is easier than Archie thought. There is no hesitation when he knocks at the door with her name written in bold letters.
The door opens, but it is not Josie, who leans on the doorframe. Some other girl with curly hair obstructs his view. Archie slowly loses some of his courage, and he considers the implication of what he intends to do. In truth, He has no idea what he wants to do. Perhaps, he hallucinates the words, which he saw on her lips. He had the urge to go to Josie, but what is next? The young man retreats with two steps, and Archie is ready to leave.
However, the voice of the woman in the doorframe halts his retreat.
"Josie, there is another one for you." The tone is almost envious.
There is always a small crowd at Josie's door. She is the star of the show, and it can make some jealous. Josie is the soul of the Pussycats, and very few resist her charm.
"What hair colour?" She replies and does not bother to move from her comfortable couch.
"Redhead." Valerie answers after appreciatively leering at Archie.
"Then you can give us a second." Josie rises from the couch, and she walks to the door.
Valerie hesitates, but with a confident look, Josie reassures her. The young woman leaves the pair, which started a charged non-verbal conversation.
Josie inhales and widely opens the door. She glances at Archie as he strolls inside the room. She pushes the door to shut it, but she is too distracted by a hesitant Archie to lock it.
"I have waited long enough, and I hate waiting." Josie approaches Archie, and she stops right in front of him.
Her bare toes hit his leather Italian designer shoes. For a second, Archie is disoriented. He didn't think ahead of his impulse to join her. The young man didn't want the opportunity to experience a woman, who can consume his entire being. Before tonight and Josie, Archie never experienced the rush. However, Josie Mc Coy is a wildfire, and everything in her vicinity becomes burnt ashes.
"I'm sorry...I don't really." Archie suffers a slow loss of cognitive function.
It is hard to think when his mind focuses on how beautiful she is up close. From the smooth immaculate glowing skin to her warm brown eyes, everything inch of her body is meant to be worshipped. The velvet of her voice, while she chastises him for making her wait, is so melodious and smooth. Now, her forefinger rests on the button of his collar, and her other hand pulls on his tie to loosen it.
"Hun-hun, we aren't doing this." She whispers in his ear as she rises on her tiptoes and wraps her arm around his neck.
Josie presses her supple body to his tense one for balance. Her scent alone is overwhelming, and he wonders what the use for oxygen is when he could survive alone of her soft scent.
"Doing..." Breathy sounds substitute the words when she places a kiss on his Adam apple.
"Pretend that we both want a conversation," Josie answers the question, which he couldn't finish asking because her warm lips on his skin were distracting him.
Archie looks down at her, and maybe the heat in her smouldering brown eyes revives his own poorly contained desire. Therefore, he circles her waist with one arm and lifts her head by tilting her chin.
He stares into her eyes, and he easily could drown in them. There are so alive.
"Fuck, I want you." He confesses, and he finds the reason why he acted recklessly.
"I know, and you're going to show me how much you do." She replies with a cockiness that turns Archie on.
The answer to her demand is a kiss filled with visceral passion. He manages to lift her up while his lips continue to explore her with a bruising eagerness. Archie has a hand secured under her ass, and the other pulls on the belt of Josie's robe.
Their kiss is something fiery, and it burns with the same reckless passion, which led to the liberating moment when their lips met. Josie's arms tightly surround his neck, and her legs encircle his narrow waist. She manoeuvres until she can pull the hem of his shirt out of his pants, and his tie has long ago joined the floor.
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The kiss is consuming and mind-numbing. For the sake of their lungs, they must break apart. However, when Archie's tongue grazes the bottom lip, which he just finished nibbling, and Josie decides to risk asphyxia. Her tongue invades his mouth and lures his tongue into an inflamed pasodoble. Her lips attack his with the aggressiveness of a sinner clinging to the remnant breath of life to avoid hell. It is tender at once and slips into bruising violence, but they can't have enough of each other. Their aggressiveness in the collision of their lips, but the trance dance of their tongue is gracious and teasing.
Ultimately, they have to emerge for air, and they gasp. The taste of scotch stays on Josie, and it leaves a comforting tingling sensation. There is something so wild that he touches, and in the way that his thumbs possessively digs in her pulsing carotid, while he caresses the curvature of her neck. It is as if he has never learned restraint.
Strangely, Josie is more contained in her exploration of Archie's body. Hands slowly move to undo each button of his shirt. Her manicured nails scrape and tease his alabaster skin. Where she scrapes her lips cover to subdue the sharp pain. Archie allows a throaty moan to leave his lips. His teeth graze her collarbone and his tongue darts out to taste her sweet skin. She tastes as good as her skin looks. Her skin is sweet to the point where it annihilates every taste bud in his mouth, and there are undertones of umami. He continues to create a trail of open mouth kiss down her sternum. His tongue teases her hypersensitive breast.
Archie finds a way to maintain their balance and sits on her vanity. She straddles him, and she has better access to his body. Josie's pushes Archie's shirt down and covers his toned abdomen with lazy open-mouthed kisses. She creates a trail of small bites and open-mouthed kisses until his lips, which she voraciously devours. It is another kiss, which unleashes more flaming passion. Archie squeezes her breast as a response to her grinding motion on his erected penis.
He breaks the kiss to suck on her neck and push her robe down. For a second, he stops to appreciate her naked chest. Perky breasts call for his attention, and he tweaks her erected nipples. She runs a hand on his back to encourage his exploration, and her nails dig a path along his spine. It sends electricity along his muscles, and Archie shivers. When his warm tongue covers her nipple, and his teeth bite down her areola, her purple nails sink into his flesh.
Josie hisses due to excruciating sweet pain, and she curses when Archie fondles her other breast. His hand caresses the soft skin of her breast and continues to explore her body until he can hold a full fist of her ass. Archie squeezes and slaps her ass for good measure when he discovered that she is not wearing panties.
"Let's say that I'm a woman dedicated to her purpose." Josie slightly rises from her straddling position.
She grabs the hand on her ass and places it on her wet pussy. Archie smirks and his lips again sink on hers. Lips pressed against hers, he whispers between heated kisses. "We aren't doing this, rushing it. It's going to be slow..." He inserts his finger into her wet and tight core with painful slowness, and he doesn't move it.
Josie lets out a plaintive moan, and she rocks her hips to create frictions. With the same slowness, he drags his finger and allows it to graze her stimulated walls. It is enough to make her wet, but not enough to bring her gratification. With his free hand, he makes her face him and locks her into another sexually taunting stare. It is all about control, and the same control, which barely has on his future and destiny. In bed, Archie is dominant, and it is a problem with a fiery partner like Josie. She does not like to relinquish control. The young woman pouts, and she hooks her finger to the waistband of Archie's pants.
"You want it?" He drags her hand down to his pulsating manhood, and he pulls his zipper down to allow a part of his engorged dick to pock. The tip of his dick grazes her labia and her inner core contract due to the anticipation.
"There are rules, kitty." Archie pushes his penis back into his pants and he easily secures Josie's on his laps.
"I'm sure going to fuck you slow and at a tortuous pace." He punctuates his statement with a kiss on her abdomen. His tongue licks her skin and his teeth graze her skin. He ultimately throws her robe to the floor while he is still half-dressed. Josie is naked on his laps, and his hand slides between her thighs. He parts her labia, and her feminine juices cover his middle fingers.
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"You're going to scream my name until that pretty voice of yours becomes hoarse." Archie inserts his finger in her vagina, and his thumb rubs her engorged clitoris.
"Archie, by the way." He presses a kiss on the curve of her neck until she tentatively whispers his name.
Josie allows her head to fall back when he adds another finger into her tight canal. Archie starts to move them, and she softly cries his name.
"Good." He kisses her neck and his teeth in the junction between her neck and her collarbone. They threaten to tear her tender skin, but his tongue places his teeth to soothe the sharp pain.
"Fuck...Archie," She shouts louder, and he swallows her moans with a tender kiss. He covers her collarbone with more open-mouthed mouth kisses. Josie has a tight grip on his nape, and her nails run along his back until she can hold on his firm ass. Her breath is heavy and saccade. She has never submitted this long to anything or anyone, but Archie's touches may have some magical essence. Sweat runs down her contracted abdomen, and she watches his finger move inside her.
"Part your legs wider..." His hot breath caresses her skin, like a spring breeze when he whispers words in the crook of her neck. "Come on, kitty. Give me more." His breathy words do the trick.
His commands have become her wishes, and she does the impossible. Josie opens her legs wider than her original suppleness and the tricky position on his laps allow her. Archie continues to pump in her with his finger until her core starts to contract. Her feminine juices coat his pants due to the sudden overflow.
Archie's graze his teeth along the skin of her painfully hard nipple until her ear. After every bite, there is a kiss to dull the sweet pain. His name has become her mantra. Archie sucks her earlobe, and he whispers sweet nothings in her ears until her contracted walls paralyze his finger.
"Let me watch of beautiful you look undone. Kitty, come for me." He presses on her clitoris until Josie's vision falters.
"Fuck..." She tries to take a deep breath, but the hormonal imposition, which consumes her body, closes her airways. It is almost like drowning, and her head is light. His voice is distant. "Fuck..." She cries and become boneless.
Archie lifts her head and kisses her in a way, which returns her mind to the same frenzy sensation that her orgasm created. She is so tired, and he has done but fingering her. Josie is so exhausted that she did not notice that they have started to move until her body sinks in the soft couch.
She watches Archie remove his pants and underwear. Josie inhales until tidal volume, and she wonders where he is going to fit that seizable dick. The hoe in her demands bravery.
"Relax..." Archie kisses her forehead, and he takes her hand to wrap it around his large manhood. "Own it, and it is all yours."
He places his hand on her knee and parts them. He kisses her inner thighs and moans when she applies the right pressure on his hard dick.
His body covers her body, and his weight on Josie's petite body is slightly oppressive. Archie's skin sticks to hers due to the sheer coat of sweat covering it, and she threads her finger in his drenched ginger hair.
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He lowers his head and kisses her breastbone. Archie creates a path of open-mouthed kiss down to her abdomen, and it is attentive to the shiver of her skin. He takes note of her erogenous points. His fingers dig in her flank possessively and draw a sinuous path to her waist while he slowly drags them down. The pressure is almost bruising, and the sharp tingling awakens her sensory receptors. Josie's body becomes hypersensitive, and the caress of his hot breath before his lips cover her skin is as enjoyable as his finger pinching her nipples.
Archie's lips cover her mound, and he sucks on her clitoris with a leisure pace. Fingers penetrate her tender cores, and a cry dies from Josie's lips. The sounds of her pleasure cry echo against every wall of the dressing room. The sound of his wet tongue diving into her pussy fills her ears. Archie grabs Josie's thighs and tightly wraps them around his shoulder. He bites her inner thigh at the junction between her pubis and thigh. His teeth almost break the supple skin, and he licks the pain away. He places a kiss on the print of his teeth, and he presses his thumb on Josie's pulsating clitoris just to hear her says his name.
Delicately, his mouth covers the button of nerves, and he sucks on her engorged clitoris. His thumb rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves with a mastered circular motion. Archie pushes a finger into her and starts to massage her g-point while his tongue devotedly feasts on every inch of her pussy. His teeth graze her clitoris, and it is sweetly tortuous. Between caresses, bites, and slow kisses, Josie's body is experiencing endless release.
Josie holds on his hair of dear life, and her small cries become sobs when his fasten his tongue strokes. His finger matches the increase in the pace of his tongue. The waves of orgasm threaten to swallow her. If he drove her to the edge with his tongue, she would not care for a crushing end. Archie's exploration of Josie's pussy is throughout, and his tongue must speak the most languourous language of pleasure to her feminine core. It is as if he spelling poetic odds to her pussy, and she helpless quivers. He drinks her juicy like the richest nectar, and he cherishes every gulp of her umami essence like a man in an arid desert will do with his last drop of water.
Josie props herself on her elbow, and she watches him while dedicatedly he worships the centre of her womanhood. Soft lips press against her labia, and his upper lip glistens due to her feminine juice coating the top. She catches a reflection of them in her vanity. Watching Archie pleasure her body is a potent aphrodisiac. The sheer coat of sweat, which make his skin shine, and her sharp nails that create streams on his back. It is beautiful. The harmonious flexing motions of his back muscle when he dives deeper into her vagina. In an awe, Josie stares at the mirror, and she kisses the curve of his neck. She tightens her grip on his nape and rests her head on the couch. Her back arcs to allow him better access to her sensible spots.
Devoted to her satisfaction, his tongue penetrates her vagina with vengeance. Archie feasts on Josie's pussy until the sweet rich taste of her consumes his taste buds. When her legs tremble, He continues to reach deeper into her with his tongue. He nips on her quivering clitoris, and the pleasure consumes her. She cries his name until her voice becomes a broken hoarse sound like he requested at the beginning. Her orgasm doesn't stop him, and he continues his grand feast until she pushes him away with her hand.
Archie's' dick replaces his tongue at her entrance. The tip of his penis parts her slits, and he rubs the hardened shaft on her sensitive vagina. She whimpers and places her hand around his wrist to keep him from pushing the limit of sensual torture. Slowly, he slides the head and draws out. His massages his engorged penis while she eagerly watches him. Once again, he slides in her and only pushes four inches. She feels him in her contacting core, but she wants more. From the arrogant smile on his swollen lips, he wants to hear a begging cry. He teases her with a slow back and forth hips thrust. She cries his name loud enough to satisfy his ego.
His first strokes are shallow and fuel the power of her orgasm. Josie cries louder and holds on his thighs to keep him attached to her pussy. He pushes deeper, and she takes a sharp breath. The sensation of fullness sends her body into a second wave of crushing orgasm. Carefully, Archie's goes deeper, and she is so tight. She is so wet, and her hoarse sounds empower him. He rests his head in the crook of her neck while he precisely thrust in her core.
She pushes his loose hair strands away from his, and she places butterflies kiss all over his face. Her legs tightly enclose his hips, and she moves her hips to tease him. He allows a soft suave chuckle to leave his lips, and he answers to her hip movement with very shallow thrust. Yet, she feels so full, and if she places her hand on her stomach, she may feel his dick move. She squeezes his bare ass to encourage him to go fast, and Archie pushes deeper inside her. She does not know how much of him she can take, but she wants more.
Josie ultimately withdraws his entire length and slams back inside her tender core. Josie cries his name like a prayer, and he steadily maintains a rapid pace. With every stroke, she discovers new g-spot in her core. He goes deeper and faster. The sound of their colliding pelvis is louder as he starts to give her harder thrust. When he finds the one spot who makes her sing like a tenor, he slows down to focus on precise strokes. Archie endlessly hammers that point, and his long deep strokes wreck her walls. The young man curses and slows down his pace both their sake. Her pussy tries to milk him dry with the random quiverings. He allows her to adjust around him, and the ecstatic cries refill the room. Archie promised her slow and tortuous, and he delivers with every deep stroke. Tender at a time and rough in the next second, Josie's body sings praises of Archie's dick.
"Oh fuck... oh...Archie." Her mind isn't cohesive, and her body continues to seek more of Archie's dick.
Her legs tightly surround his bare ass. With her heels digging in his ass, she attempts to thrust his hips forward. Josie gyrates her hips to match his thrust. With his thumb and forefinger on her chin, he lifts her face and locks their eyes into an entrancing charm. With every long stroke, he hits her G-spot and drives her to the edges. His mouth assaults her erogenous zones until her plea for more becomes soft whimpers of satisfaction.
His left-hand start to fondle her erected nipple while his right thumb presses and rubs her clitoris. Archie picks up his pace, and Josie cries his name louder. Her nails dig scars on his back. The undulations of their hips are a harmonious rumba to a frenetic tempo, which they discover. Sensual and suave mixed with deep or shallow, he always hits his target. The movement of their hips increases while Archie assaults her pulsating core. When Josie's body starts to shiver under his caress, Archie slows down his thrust and emphasizes the rotation of his hips. Each time, he grazes her G-spot. She cries his name, and her nails dig deeper into his back. He senses how close that she is to the deep end, and he knows how to push her to the other side.
"Come for me." He whispers while his hot breath caresses her feverish skin and cools it down.
Josie gives in to his demand, and she can barely breathe. Archie continues to thrust into her, and she isn't sure how long they can go. However, the entire night appears to be a good guess. Archie finds his release, and he switches his position with Josie so he doesn't crush her.
They are so entranced by each other than they don't notice the moving silhouette behind the half-opened dressing's room. The phone is aimed at Josie's back while she straddles Archie and takes every inch of his dick. Someone continues to record their intercourse. Having Archie Andrews and Josie Mc Coy on a sex tape would shake the entire political world. Sierra is one of the presidential candidates with a serious chance to win the Democrats primary while Archie's political life just started. From any angle, their one nightstand would help the holder of the video to further his agenda.
How far each party will be ready to pay to avoid a scandal. The peeping tom walks away, and he doesn't have to record more of their second round. He has their face on tape, and it will be impossible to claim that it is the golden children of two of the most powerful politician in the country. The tape may be enough to ruin lives and ameliorate the holder's life. Archie and Josie continue to have sex while they are unaware of the chaos, which is about to wreck their lives.