slid her off of him. There was no masking the raging boner he had, and he had no plans to.
Let the whole world see he was about to fuck this beautiful specimen of a woman until neither of them could walk.
A haiku:
I’m the goddamn man
The manliest manly man
Just check out my girl
Lynn appeared to be in sexual agony. She kept trying to shove his hands up her dress as they walked. He promised it was only a block away, but it looked to be a lifetime. Matthew pinned her against a storefront brick wall and kissed her hard. He bit her bottom lip and squeezed her tight ass.
“Half a block more, baby, and I promise I will relieve every bit of stress you have in this goddamn sexy body.”
“Can we run?”
Matthew picked her up over his shoulder and hauled her up the stairs to his walk-up. He fumbled with his keys, and took longer than necessary because he could smell her, smell her sex through her dress, and could barely keep himself still.
He opened the door and set her down in the entryway. “It’s not much, but …”
“I don’t care, just fuck me.” She jumped around his waist and kissed him.
Matthew carried her into his room and laid her out on his bed. Thank God it was the day his maid came over, so his bed was made and reasonably clean. It was the best thing his grandmother ever did for him.
“Let me undress you,” she begged.
Matthew stood back and let her. She nearly ripped the buttons off his shirt and threw it to the other side of the room. As she worked his belt, she kissed down his chest, pausing to nibble on each of his nipples and slide her tongue between the ridges of his abs. His pants dropped to the ground and she stared as his freed cock sprang to life before her.
“I don’t like wearing underwear.” He pulled her up but she tried to drop down to her knees. He smoothed her hair back over her ears. “Oh, no, my little Juliet. You suck me off and swallow me once I’m done fucking you. First, take off your dress.”
The tigress reappeared as she slipped the straps off her shoulders and the dress pooled around her feet. All she left on was a pair of lacy boy shorts, and fuck did he love lacy boy shorts. Her tits looked even better in the dim light of his bedroom, illuminated only by the streetlamp outside.
“Lie down,” he ordered.
She walked backwards, slowly, with a sultry smolder. At his bed, she crawled on all fours to his pillows and turned to spread her legs. Just like his daydreams on the roof. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her forward with a jolt.
He ripped her panties off and started at her ankles, kissing up her inner thigh and back down the other side.
He paused at her pussy to blow gently and felt his cock leap as she moaned and writhed against the comforter.
Matthew teased her more, licking her once before kissing her thighs, sucking her once before lavishing attention on her tits, letting a finger slip inside her as he made love to her sweet mouth. She was more than just putty in his hands; she was a ball of raw, desperate energy.
He ran his hands under her ass and pulled her pussy straight to his mouth. He licked her slowly, savoring the smell of her. He loved on her clit and watched her contort herself on the sheets, panting and moaning, pulling at her hair.
“Play with your nipples, Juliet,” Matthew commanded. “I want to see you tease yourself.”
She obeyed like a good little girl, giving him a show that drove him wild. Every flick of his tongue brought her closer to the edge. He loved every minute of it, but was certain no man had ever touched her or loved her in this way before. Never had a girl been so responsive to his touch. All of a sudden, the appeal of virgins made sense.
And then a thought struck him.
“My Juliet.” He slid a finger into her pussy and slowly fucked her with it, watching her hips rise and fall in rhythm.
“Yes?” She breathed.
“Has a man ever touched you like this before?”
She gasped again before shaking her
Let the whole world see he was about to fuck this beautiful specimen of a woman until neither of them could walk.
A haiku:
I’m the goddamn man
The manliest manly man
Just check out my girl
Lynn appeared to be in sexual agony. She kept trying to shove his hands up her dress as they walked. He promised it was only a block away, but it looked to be a lifetime. Matthew pinned her against a storefront brick wall and kissed her hard. He bit her bottom lip and squeezed her tight ass.
“Half a block more, baby, and I promise I will relieve every bit of stress you have in this goddamn sexy body.”
“Can we run?”
Matthew picked her up over his shoulder and hauled her up the stairs to his walk-up. He fumbled with his keys, and took longer than necessary because he could smell her, smell her sex through her dress, and could barely keep himself still.
He opened the door and set her down in the entryway. “It’s not much, but …”
“I don’t care, just fuck me.” She jumped around his waist and kissed him.
Matthew carried her into his room and laid her out on his bed. Thank God it was the day his maid came over, so his bed was made and reasonably clean. It was the best thing his grandmother ever did for him.
“Let me undress you,” she begged.
Matthew stood back and let her. She nearly ripped the buttons off his shirt and threw it to the other side of the room. As she worked his belt, she kissed down his chest, pausing to nibble on each of his nipples and slide her tongue between the ridges of his abs. His pants dropped to the ground and she stared as his freed cock sprang to life before her.
“I don’t like wearing underwear.” He pulled her up but she tried to drop down to her knees. He smoothed her hair back over her ears. “Oh, no, my little Juliet. You suck me off and swallow me once I’m done fucking you. First, take off your dress.”
The tigress reappeared as she slipped the straps off her shoulders and the dress pooled around her feet. All she left on was a pair of lacy boy shorts, and fuck did he love lacy boy shorts. Her tits looked even better in the dim light of his bedroom, illuminated only by the streetlamp outside.
“Lie down,” he ordered.
She walked backwards, slowly, with a sultry smolder. At his bed, she crawled on all fours to his pillows and turned to spread her legs. Just like his daydreams on the roof. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her forward with a jolt.
He ripped her panties off and started at her ankles, kissing up her inner thigh and back down the other side.
He paused at her pussy to blow gently and felt his cock leap as she moaned and writhed against the comforter.
Matthew teased her more, licking her once before kissing her thighs, sucking her once before lavishing attention on her tits, letting a finger slip inside her as he made love to her sweet mouth. She was more than just putty in his hands; she was a ball of raw, desperate energy.
He ran his hands under her ass and pulled her pussy straight to his mouth. He licked her slowly, savoring the smell of her. He loved on her clit and watched her contort herself on the sheets, panting and moaning, pulling at her hair.
“Play with your nipples, Juliet,” Matthew commanded. “I want to see you tease yourself.”
She obeyed like a good little girl, giving him a show that drove him wild. Every flick of his tongue brought her closer to the edge. He loved every minute of it, but was certain no man had ever touched her or loved her in this way before. Never had a girl been so responsive to his touch. All of a sudden, the appeal of virgins made sense.
And then a thought struck him.
“My Juliet.” He slid a finger into her pussy and slowly fucked her with it, watching her hips rise and fall in rhythm.
“Yes?” She breathed.
“Has a man ever touched you like this before?”
She gasped again before shaking her
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