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By *ittycen OP Man
over a year ago
south west |
Contrary to my previous belief, looks like it is being enjoyed still! So….
“Put your arms around my neck” I say to her.
“What?” She looked confused
“I said, put your arms around my neck..”
As I felt arms lock around me, I slipped one of my own arms under her back and braced myself on the other.
In one movement I sat up, scooping her up with me still inside her and back onto the floor, me sat cross legged on her carpet with her impaled on my lap, her arms and legs wrapped around me.
She let out a long loud moan as I was deep inside her and began to grind herself on me.
She gritted her teeth as she grabbed my face as we fucked - one of my hands slid down her moist back and between her ass cheeks, teasing her. The other took her hair in my fist and wrapped it around my fingers.
We were almost primal now, sweat flowing freely, her hair plastered about her face and shoulders as we grunted and groaned against each other. She pushed me fully onto my back and sat astride me and began to ride me hard and fast. She took my arms and pushed them above my head, pinning me done. Her ankles went onto my knees as she tried to hold me down but unable to stop my upward thrusts into her, matching her rhythm as she pushed herself down onto me.
Our groans had become shouts and I wondered if the shoppers outside on the street below could hear us. We were beyond caring now. I could feel her clenching as my own pressure began to build. Sweat was dripping from her face onto me as she sat up full, her chest flushed bright red with her sexy nipples rock solid on her bouncing tits.
I gripped her hips and arched my back as I strained, my pulse racing- this was fucking intense. She reached a crescendo and she shuddered above me as I came inside her, emptying as I felt her own juices flood over my cock and balls.
We jerked twice, three times and shuddered and shivered as we regained our senses.
Our eyes locked as we giggled and laughed at what we had just done before I gently pulled her to me so we could kiss slowly and tenderly for what seemed an age as we recovered…
Once I had left later that afternoon, we didn’t speak much for a while. I had cheated for the first time on my fiancé and we both felt guilty, but it had been so natural and sexual.
A few weeks later, my phone pinged…
“I am wearing a black basque, crotch less panties, and seamed stockings with high heels.” Her text message read. “If you aren’t here in five minutes, I’m starting without you!”
I was out of the house within 30 seconds... |
