Chapter 4978 The Sexcapades Of A Hookup Bitch:>Ep2
- Slowly he began to thrust back and forth with very little movement. He just wanted that snug fit and that slight little motion over and over as it build and build. He loved when I sucked him like this; he loved the fact that his dick curved upward following the curve of my hard pallet and he loved the tense curve of my tongue on the underside of his meat. He loved the contrast of rough and soft in my mouth and how it made him feel during this gentle fuck he endured. Then there was his cock’s head, that uncircumcised tip that met the back of my throat and rubbed continuously against the soft flesh of my tonsils. On and on we continued like this until it build and build to a point that was too dangerous for him to continue. And there I sat on my knees, enduring it all.
- Wet beyond imagination, I felt the wetness pool around my thighs, down out of my pussy; even around the curve into my ass crack itself, open and vulnerable as I kneeled with my legs spread as wide as possible in that position. I loved the feeling of being open just as I love the feeling of being filled. While sitting there, I’ve had several little orgasms myself and with each new wave I simply wanted more and more and more. Pulling himself from me he stood there for a second and just breathed. He didn’t want it to end this way, in my mouth, he rarely did. Opening his eyes he looked down at my flushed face and offered his hand for me to rise. Pushing me toward the sink, he pushed me up onto the counter and the back of my head rested on the glass mirror. He reached for the neckline of the button-up dress I wore and pulled slowly, allowing each button to naturally slip from its individual holes.
- Soon my bra-covered breasts were bare and he reached for a condom packet hidden away in the fabric, saved for this very purpose. I sat there with my legs spread, as wide as I was able, one on each side of me, barley noticing I was getting the counter as wet as I had gotten the floor. I watched as he rolled the rubber across himself. I watched as he took his fingers and spread my pussy lips and inserted himself, pushing out more wetness in the process. The wetness sank down into my ass and when I say inside I mean inside, for you see, that little cave entrance isn’t as closed off and small as it was six years ago, far from it. Inside my pussy he drove as far and as tight as he could angling, thrusting, in and out and as roughly as he could, pounding me onto the hard surface. After a few of theses he withdrew and went to his real goal, his target, the one he hungered for before being distracted.