Not A Word - TeamSkeet X Brandi Braids - Teamskeet

Brandi Braids sliced through the onions with her sharp knife, the pungent smell filling the air as she prepared dinner. Her dress, a vibrant red number that hugged her curves perfectly, had caught the eye of Dustin Byers from across the room. He cleared his throat and approached her, awkwardly complimenting the outfit she wore.

Oh, thank you," she replied, trying to maintain eye contact despite the stinging in her eyes from the onion fumes. "It's just an old thing I found at a thrift store.

Dustin shifted uncomfortably, torn between his desire to maintain eye contact with the alluring woman in front of him and the intense sting of onion juice in his own eyes. He cleared his throat again and plunged ahead.

I have to admit," he confessed, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly, "I can't help but wonder what you look like underneath all that dress.

Brandi couldn't help but laugh at his boldness. "Now, Dustin," she chided, "I have a boyfriend. We can't be doing anything like that.

Come on," Dustin pressed, his voice taking on a more desperate tone, "just a peek. I swear I won't tell anyone.

Brandi hesitated for a moment, undecided. Then, something inside her snapped. She had felt so confined by her relationship recently, so suffocated by the monotony of it all. Here was this man, willing to take her on a thrilling adventure of the carnal kind. The thought of it ignited a fire within her, and she decided to take the plunge.

Alright," she murmured softly, her heart pounding in anticipation, "but just a quick look. And we don't have to do anything else.

Dustin's grin split his face from ear to ear as he nodded eagerly. With Brandi's boyfriend now long gone, and the thrill of their illicit tryst still coursing through him, Dustin found himself unable to resist taking things further. Before she knew it, Brandi was on her knees, his throbbing manhood in her mouth, taking him deep into the back of her throat as she moaned around him in delight.