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wall of lean muscle and weird tattoos, totally pulling off the skinny rocker-guy look he has going on. I normally prefer bigger men, with broad shoulders and solid frames but I can still appreciate the fine form in front of me now.
I watch, transfixed, as he wraps his hand around the hard length of his cock and begins to stroke it. Oh sweet mother of God . There is nothing, not one single thing, sexier than watching a man working himself whilst he all but drools over you. He stills after a few more strokes and takes my hand, leading me to the small lounge area of the room. He removes my panties, with his fucking teeth may I add , and then pushes me to sit on the edge of the coffee table, spreading my legs wide before kissing me hard on the mouth. I respond straight away, massaging my tongue against his as the deep, carnal need burns between us. An eruption of carnal lust burns through my veins, sending waves of pleasure-seeking passion straight to my pussy. The need for release consumes me, but Jake pulls away, dropping his glorious naked self on the sofa opposite me. What the holy fuck is he doing? I groan in frustration and attempt to close my legs, but he stops me.
"No baby, I want to see all of you," he purrs. "Touch yourself for me."
I offer him a seductive grin, suddenly very happy to be left to my own devices. Getting myself off is a skill I perfected long, long ago. I fucking own self-made orgasms. Own. Them. I trail my fingers slowly from my neck and down my collarbone.
"Like this, baby?"
His hand fists his cock again, gripping it hard as he nods slowly in reply. I move my hand again, brushing my knuckles over my pebbled nipples, forcing my legs even wider.
"Lower," he growls.
I lick my lips as I notice the small drops of pre cum beginning to drip from him. God, that's hot. When my fingers reach their final destination, I let out a quiet moan as I rub my index finger over the small ball of nerves at my core. I make circles around it, my pussy practically dripping with arousal. This is going to be quick, real fucking quick.
"That's it baby, cum for me. Make yourself cum hard whilst watching me jerk my cock."
At his filthy words, I slip two fingers inside, a hearty moan of pleasure escaping me when I hit that oh… oh… oh... spot.
"I need you," I cry, as I continue to fuck myself into a frenzy with my fingers, desperate for relief. The stress of coming home, of seeing people I long to forget doesn’t exist here. It’s dissolve under the weight of my lust and hunger. I move my fingers faster, harder, desperate to dispel it completely. Chasing the peace I know comes from that perfect fifteen seconds of orgasm bliss.
"Show me how much you need my dick baby, and then you can have it."
I press my thumb against my clit at his words, the pressure causing my orgasm to rip right through my senses.
Jake doesn't give me time to come down from my high, he's on me like a flash, pulling me up from the table and slamming my back against the wall. His hands lift my ass cheeks, and I wrap my shaky legs around him. He wastes no time in thrusting himself inside me, his hands moving to pin my own above my head.
"You feel fucking perfect," he groans.
My reply is a moan, all coherent thoughts lost to the feeling of him filling me, owning my body, and fucking me into oblivion.
I need this .
Is that? No... It can't be. I pull my truck over to the curb and jump out to get a better look. It is! I flick my glance to the digital clock on my dashboard through the window. 02:38am. Jesus Christ, Lydia. What the hell is she doing here at this time? My body begs me to get back in the truck and head home to bed, but my head is telling me to stay. I watch as she staggers along the street, her heeled shoes hanging loosely from the fingers of one hand, a bottle of vodka in the other. My eyes drift over her, my dick reacting to the sight of her hot little body wrapped tightly in a dark dress. She might be crazy, but she's still
I watch, transfixed, as he wraps his hand around the hard length of his cock and begins to stroke it. Oh sweet mother of God . There is nothing, not one single thing, sexier than watching a man working himself whilst he all but drools over you. He stills after a few more strokes and takes my hand, leading me to the small lounge area of the room. He removes my panties, with his fucking teeth may I add , and then pushes me to sit on the edge of the coffee table, spreading my legs wide before kissing me hard on the mouth. I respond straight away, massaging my tongue against his as the deep, carnal need burns between us. An eruption of carnal lust burns through my veins, sending waves of pleasure-seeking passion straight to my pussy. The need for release consumes me, but Jake pulls away, dropping his glorious naked self on the sofa opposite me. What the holy fuck is he doing? I groan in frustration and attempt to close my legs, but he stops me.
"No baby, I want to see all of you," he purrs. "Touch yourself for me."
I offer him a seductive grin, suddenly very happy to be left to my own devices. Getting myself off is a skill I perfected long, long ago. I fucking own self-made orgasms. Own. Them. I trail my fingers slowly from my neck and down my collarbone.
"Like this, baby?"
His hand fists his cock again, gripping it hard as he nods slowly in reply. I move my hand again, brushing my knuckles over my pebbled nipples, forcing my legs even wider.
"Lower," he growls.
I lick my lips as I notice the small drops of pre cum beginning to drip from him. God, that's hot. When my fingers reach their final destination, I let out a quiet moan as I rub my index finger over the small ball of nerves at my core. I make circles around it, my pussy practically dripping with arousal. This is going to be quick, real fucking quick.
"That's it baby, cum for me. Make yourself cum hard whilst watching me jerk my cock."
At his filthy words, I slip two fingers inside, a hearty moan of pleasure escaping me when I hit that oh… oh… oh... spot.
"I need you," I cry, as I continue to fuck myself into a frenzy with my fingers, desperate for relief. The stress of coming home, of seeing people I long to forget doesn’t exist here. It’s dissolve under the weight of my lust and hunger. I move my fingers faster, harder, desperate to dispel it completely. Chasing the peace I know comes from that perfect fifteen seconds of orgasm bliss.
"Show me how much you need my dick baby, and then you can have it."
I press my thumb against my clit at his words, the pressure causing my orgasm to rip right through my senses.
Jake doesn't give me time to come down from my high, he's on me like a flash, pulling me up from the table and slamming my back against the wall. His hands lift my ass cheeks, and I wrap my shaky legs around him. He wastes no time in thrusting himself inside me, his hands moving to pin my own above my head.
"You feel fucking perfect," he groans.
My reply is a moan, all coherent thoughts lost to the feeling of him filling me, owning my body, and fucking me into oblivion.
I need this .
Is that? No... It can't be. I pull my truck over to the curb and jump out to get a better look. It is! I flick my glance to the digital clock on my dashboard through the window. 02:38am. Jesus Christ, Lydia. What the hell is she doing here at this time? My body begs me to get back in the truck and head home to bed, but my head is telling me to stay. I watch as she staggers along the street, her heeled shoes hanging loosely from the fingers of one hand, a bottle of vodka in the other. My eyes drift over her, my dick reacting to the sight of her hot little body wrapped tightly in a dark dress. She might be crazy, but she's still
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