indeed."
I couldn't believe my Samantha was talking like this. I looked at her expression. There was sin in that smile. She put her hands on my waist and I sank back against the door. She pulled my shorts down and my cock sprang free.
"So is that the kind of man you were thinking of for me? Our Chef Bastian?"
My cock bounced in front of her. She smiled.
"I guess so," she purred.
This was as lewd and dirty as I'd ever seen her. Nothing had ever made me harder. Her eyes were on my flexing cock. Everything about her was sex. I had to close my eyes and breathe.
"Samantha," I started but no more words would come.
She sank her mouth down onto me, working me in slowly, so I could feel the heat of her pretty little mouth as it surrounded my cock.
"Oh fuck, Samantha," I swore, watching her swallow my cock into her mouth. Her whole body seemed different. Proud, almost, of what she was doing to me. When she pulled herself off, she did it with a satisfying pop and I watched my member bouncing as it sprung from her mouth. I felt the cum travelling from my balls.
"Andrew Smith," she began, eyeing me with a coy smile, "it seems that you are a very. Dirty. Man."
The smile stayed in her eyes as she sank her mouth down onto me again. I'd never felt so aroused as watching her. I didn't want to come inside her mouth again but I feared that if she kept this up, I would.
"Oh Sam..." I groaned as her lips sank down onto me. She slid off, a smile playing across her lips.
"What is it, sweetie?" she asked, toying with me.
I put a hand behind her head and lowered her onto me again. "Oh please," I begged, needing the feeling of her mouth.
She obliged, more eagerly than she ever had before. She moved up and down the length of me. Her strokes went so deep sometimes that I could swear I felt the back of her throat. When she came off again, she was smiling even wider, her spit drooling down my cock.
She rose and I watched her pull at the top of the bikini she was wearing. She stood, grabbed me by the hand and practically threw me onto the bed.
I watched her stalk across the room, her exposed breasts, nipples hard, bouncing.
She crawled onto me, straddled me took my cock in hand.
"I think," she began, looking down and eyeing where I was about to enter her, "I think you're a very dirty man."
I flexed, my gaze fixated on her flirtatious smile.
"I think you're thinking of something very naughty."
I was. I was thinking of the naughtiest thing. "Tell me!" I begged, breathless.
"I think you're thinking of our chef's big, black cock sinking into me as you watch this."
With her hand still on my cock, she lifted herself up. She paused, staring at me staring at her, then drove herself down.
"Oh fuck!" I groaned as her sopping cunt sank all the way down my shaft. I felt her wet heat touch my balls.
"That is what you're thinking," she mused, toying with me, "You're thinking of his big, black cock inside of me. Instead of yours."
My cum surged inside me. She was right. I was thinking of just that. I wanted nothing more than for her to keep telling me about it. As she began to ride me slowly, she obliged.
"So you want to see Bastian's thick cock stuff me like this?"
Her body fell onto mine again. I gasped. It was the hottest thing I'd ever heard. She brought her exposed breast to my mouth and I strained to catch the stiff nipple with my lips. When I did, she moaned.
"Sam," I whispered, looking up at her again, "tell me you want it! Tell me you want to feel that black cock inside you!"
She smiled, but only with half her mouth this time. "Oh Andrew, I
want
it alright," she murmured. "I want to feel him filling me! Just. Like. This." She started fucking me harder.
I could only stare, wide-eyed as my perfect little Samantha rode my hard cock, burying me into her depths, searching for her pleasure. As I stared down at her swimming curves, I moaned.
The thought came from nowhere. I wondered if she'd put her diaphragm in. I pushed it aside. Even if
I couldn't believe my Samantha was talking like this. I looked at her expression. There was sin in that smile. She put her hands on my waist and I sank back against the door. She pulled my shorts down and my cock sprang free.
"So is that the kind of man you were thinking of for me? Our Chef Bastian?"
My cock bounced in front of her. She smiled.
"I guess so," she purred.
This was as lewd and dirty as I'd ever seen her. Nothing had ever made me harder. Her eyes were on my flexing cock. Everything about her was sex. I had to close my eyes and breathe.
"Samantha," I started but no more words would come.
She sank her mouth down onto me, working me in slowly, so I could feel the heat of her pretty little mouth as it surrounded my cock.
"Oh fuck, Samantha," I swore, watching her swallow my cock into her mouth. Her whole body seemed different. Proud, almost, of what she was doing to me. When she pulled herself off, she did it with a satisfying pop and I watched my member bouncing as it sprung from her mouth. I felt the cum travelling from my balls.
"Andrew Smith," she began, eyeing me with a coy smile, "it seems that you are a very. Dirty. Man."
The smile stayed in her eyes as she sank her mouth down onto me again. I'd never felt so aroused as watching her. I didn't want to come inside her mouth again but I feared that if she kept this up, I would.
"Oh Sam..." I groaned as her lips sank down onto me. She slid off, a smile playing across her lips.
"What is it, sweetie?" she asked, toying with me.
I put a hand behind her head and lowered her onto me again. "Oh please," I begged, needing the feeling of her mouth.
She obliged, more eagerly than she ever had before. She moved up and down the length of me. Her strokes went so deep sometimes that I could swear I felt the back of her throat. When she came off again, she was smiling even wider, her spit drooling down my cock.
She rose and I watched her pull at the top of the bikini she was wearing. She stood, grabbed me by the hand and practically threw me onto the bed.
I watched her stalk across the room, her exposed breasts, nipples hard, bouncing.
She crawled onto me, straddled me took my cock in hand.
"I think," she began, looking down and eyeing where I was about to enter her, "I think you're a very dirty man."
I flexed, my gaze fixated on her flirtatious smile.
"I think you're thinking of something very naughty."
I was. I was thinking of the naughtiest thing. "Tell me!" I begged, breathless.
"I think you're thinking of our chef's big, black cock sinking into me as you watch this."
With her hand still on my cock, she lifted herself up. She paused, staring at me staring at her, then drove herself down.
"Oh fuck!" I groaned as her sopping cunt sank all the way down my shaft. I felt her wet heat touch my balls.
"That is what you're thinking," she mused, toying with me, "You're thinking of his big, black cock inside of me. Instead of yours."
My cum surged inside me. She was right. I was thinking of just that. I wanted nothing more than for her to keep telling me about it. As she began to ride me slowly, she obliged.
"So you want to see Bastian's thick cock stuff me like this?"
Her body fell onto mine again. I gasped. It was the hottest thing I'd ever heard. She brought her exposed breast to my mouth and I strained to catch the stiff nipple with my lips. When I did, she moaned.
"Sam," I whispered, looking up at her again, "tell me you want it! Tell me you want to feel that black cock inside you!"
She smiled, but only with half her mouth this time. "Oh Andrew, I
want
it alright," she murmured. "I want to feel him filling me! Just. Like. This." She started fucking me harder.
I could only stare, wide-eyed as my perfect little Samantha rode my hard cock, burying me into her depths, searching for her pleasure. As I stared down at her swimming curves, I moaned.
The thought came from nowhere. I wondered if she'd put her diaphragm in. I pushed it aside. Even if
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