He thrust up, rubbing her wet lips and her clit better than any fingers ever had. Shit. Masturbation by live dick. That was the bomb.
“There’s some condoms in your basket, sweetheart,” he told her, his voice rough, filled with lust.
She twisted as much as possible to reach inside the box of presents, desperately ruffling until her hands clasped around a XL Magnum pack of cocktail flavored condom. At last. Her hands were trembling when she fumbled to open it, but there it was.
She sat up and put the head of the gross latex layer on him, rolled it down, and directed him inside her.
•
For one moment, he thought there couldn’t possibly be anything hotter than having a woman rolling a condom on him; then, she pulled his dick against her eager, glistening pussy, sat back, and crocked her finger at him, beckoning him.
She was gonna kill him.
One hard thrust, and he was in.
Shiiiiiit. Tight. Molten. So fucking good. He had to stay in place, until he was certain he wouldn’t just come here and there.
Then, he pulled his hips out and back in. fuck. Another halt necessary. He felt his balls tighten, all but ready to blow.
He looked up from her ridiculously gorgeous pussy to her face, and he was done for.
Her head was thrown back, her eyes were close, her mouth slightly open and pleasure was written all over her features. He wanted it. Now. Tomorrow. The day after.
He didn’t – couldn’t – stop looking at her, taking in every change of expression as he rocked back and forth, slow and deep first. A whimper escaped her, and he lost it.
He shifted above her, pushing her things on his shoulder, got on a crouch and pounded her into ecstasy. He knew he couldn’t last long; but he’d last long enough for her to come, too – his body wouldn’t allow otherwise.
Her cheeks flushed, and she fidgeted, yet again trying to stop the motion when it got too intense. No wonder she’d never come before: she didn’t let it happen, grabbing control just as she was about to fly.
Not with him.
Colt grabbed both of her hands, holding them by the wrist above her head in one hand, while his other one rubbed her clit. He felt his own body craving the release, his dick was engorged and hitting her in a way that made her yell his name, begging. Oh, fuck. His heartbeat had become uncontrollable, his breathing labored, he couldn’t see clearly; but he couldn’t stopped, even if he got a heart attack in the process.
Colt dived for her nipple, sucking one between his lips and that was it. She came around him, immediately triggering his release.
He didn’t stop sucking her tits, rubbing her clit, or pushing his dick inside her, for that matter; he wasn’t able to. He just wanted to worship her, and that felt like a good way to do so.
Eventually, he could breathe normally; he just laughed, and she giggled in response.
“Well, if I didn’t know better, I’d think someone is getting hard again,” Alice pointed out when his shallow thrusts got more purposeful.
And damn if she wasn’t right; shit, he hadn’t recovered so quickly since high school.
“We need to change that condom.”
Right again; but that meant actually withdrawing from her heat and everything in him rebelled against it.
It was major stupidity. The condom basically was a bomb of sperm waiting to explode right now.
But then she tightened around him and her hips went up, lifting to meet him.
She pushed against him so hard he fell back and then, landed sitting on his knees, smiling away at her ninja trick.
Then, the vixen got up from him, removed the used condom and replaced it, before sitting back on his cock and riding him.
Her hips were out of this fucking worlds – she did a funny “8” thing, swaying them from side to side, diagonally, before going up and down, and back, changing, switching the rhythm to drive him absolutely mad.
He understood about the two stalkers, now. There was no way any sane guy would ever let her go. What
“There’s some condoms in your basket, sweetheart,” he told her, his voice rough, filled with lust.
She twisted as much as possible to reach inside the box of presents, desperately ruffling until her hands clasped around a XL Magnum pack of cocktail flavored condom. At last. Her hands were trembling when she fumbled to open it, but there it was.
She sat up and put the head of the gross latex layer on him, rolled it down, and directed him inside her.
•
For one moment, he thought there couldn’t possibly be anything hotter than having a woman rolling a condom on him; then, she pulled his dick against her eager, glistening pussy, sat back, and crocked her finger at him, beckoning him.
She was gonna kill him.
One hard thrust, and he was in.
Shiiiiiit. Tight. Molten. So fucking good. He had to stay in place, until he was certain he wouldn’t just come here and there.
Then, he pulled his hips out and back in. fuck. Another halt necessary. He felt his balls tighten, all but ready to blow.
He looked up from her ridiculously gorgeous pussy to her face, and he was done for.
Her head was thrown back, her eyes were close, her mouth slightly open and pleasure was written all over her features. He wanted it. Now. Tomorrow. The day after.
He didn’t – couldn’t – stop looking at her, taking in every change of expression as he rocked back and forth, slow and deep first. A whimper escaped her, and he lost it.
He shifted above her, pushing her things on his shoulder, got on a crouch and pounded her into ecstasy. He knew he couldn’t last long; but he’d last long enough for her to come, too – his body wouldn’t allow otherwise.
Her cheeks flushed, and she fidgeted, yet again trying to stop the motion when it got too intense. No wonder she’d never come before: she didn’t let it happen, grabbing control just as she was about to fly.
Not with him.
Colt grabbed both of her hands, holding them by the wrist above her head in one hand, while his other one rubbed her clit. He felt his own body craving the release, his dick was engorged and hitting her in a way that made her yell his name, begging. Oh, fuck. His heartbeat had become uncontrollable, his breathing labored, he couldn’t see clearly; but he couldn’t stopped, even if he got a heart attack in the process.
Colt dived for her nipple, sucking one between his lips and that was it. She came around him, immediately triggering his release.
He didn’t stop sucking her tits, rubbing her clit, or pushing his dick inside her, for that matter; he wasn’t able to. He just wanted to worship her, and that felt like a good way to do so.
Eventually, he could breathe normally; he just laughed, and she giggled in response.
“Well, if I didn’t know better, I’d think someone is getting hard again,” Alice pointed out when his shallow thrusts got more purposeful.
And damn if she wasn’t right; shit, he hadn’t recovered so quickly since high school.
“We need to change that condom.”
Right again; but that meant actually withdrawing from her heat and everything in him rebelled against it.
It was major stupidity. The condom basically was a bomb of sperm waiting to explode right now.
But then she tightened around him and her hips went up, lifting to meet him.
She pushed against him so hard he fell back and then, landed sitting on his knees, smiling away at her ninja trick.
Then, the vixen got up from him, removed the used condom and replaced it, before sitting back on his cock and riding him.
Her hips were out of this fucking worlds – she did a funny “8” thing, swaying them from side to side, diagonally, before going up and down, and back, changing, switching the rhythm to drive him absolutely mad.
He understood about the two stalkers, now. There was no way any sane guy would ever let her go. What
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