the seat of my thongs like a red velvet cupcake. I was sticky; I pulled one leg up and swung it back and forth.
“Excuse me. I love and appreciate the sexy apparel. Take it off for me please.” Lee said gently. He wanted it skin- to- skin with nothing in the way; not even the white sheets.
I chuckled as nervously as though it was the very first time. The difference is, this time I was ready to go to another level with Lee. This was the fourth time we were intimate and all, unlike other times nothing went wrong. I remember things shifting in the right direction; something happened, and it had a lot more to do with sex.
Chapter 11: Round 1
No more words were said nor time wasted; it was now or never. In the middle of the day the freaks that were supposed to come out at night; made the raunchiness known to any and everyone who may have walked passed room 913.
I took off my garments when I got to my panties he helped me as I lifted my ass and came up out of them guys.
“I’m taking these panties home,” Lee stated.
He folded them up and laid them on the table next to the burning candles.
Lee rubbed his long and plump cock up and down my pussy lips. I gasped for breath. I needed him to enter me; like the earth needs gravity to keep the world spinning on its axles without throwing things out of balance.
He slid inside of me gently opening me up until my essence filled the room. It had been so long since I had been touched for real; the pressure was just too much for my tight pussy to handle his strong thrust. I felt my vaginal walls fill with water. I uncontrollably spit him out and squirted all over us.
He beat my clit like a drummer boy with his penis. I had a female ejaculation and cried out for more of that good dick. He slid back in and went to work. I talked so much shit that it made my nipples hard as a rock.
“Fuck me King,” followed by a well meant, “thank you!”
I remember that cocky look on his face. It was more than confident, if it could talk it would say, “What’s that shit you were talking?”
My eyes closed quickly as I enjoyed every stroke, every kiss on my toes and every touch from his masculine hands encrypted my thinking and nature took its deadly course, Lee killed the pussy.
It was dead with dryness; he screwed out every ounce of my juice like fresh squeezed orange juice that met a thirsty set of lips in the break of dawn. The nympho in me resuscitated my pussy as his thumb seduced my clitoris until my body shook with sexual chemistry; I melted like butter and spilled all over the sheets.
“Turn around and assume the position,” Lee demanded.
“Um,” I got on all fours, tooted my ass in the air and arched my back.
Lee crossed his hands, grabbed my waist from both side and gave the doggy style position a new name. His hand shot my ass like a bombs and guns fired at a soldier’s funeral. I sounded off in sensually painful, pleasurable cries. I knew I was about to be sexually murdered by the hands of Lee’s cock. Through all of that it still didn’t stop the groove.
I looked over at my phone as it lit up, my mother wanted me to take her running around doing some errands. Shit, I ignored all twelve of them calls until Lee and I’s mission was accomplished for now. He got up and hit the shower while I did what I had to do with my folks.
I was rushing, I knew what I had waiting on me in side of room 913. I said my peace and banged out so I could get banged up by my dearest Lee.
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“Excuse me. I love and appreciate the sexy apparel. Take it off for me please.” Lee said gently. He wanted it skin- to- skin with nothing in the way; not even the white sheets.
I chuckled as nervously as though it was the very first time. The difference is, this time I was ready to go to another level with Lee. This was the fourth time we were intimate and all, unlike other times nothing went wrong. I remember things shifting in the right direction; something happened, and it had a lot more to do with sex.
Chapter 11: Round 1
No more words were said nor time wasted; it was now or never. In the middle of the day the freaks that were supposed to come out at night; made the raunchiness known to any and everyone who may have walked passed room 913.
I took off my garments when I got to my panties he helped me as I lifted my ass and came up out of them guys.
“I’m taking these panties home,” Lee stated.
He folded them up and laid them on the table next to the burning candles.
Lee rubbed his long and plump cock up and down my pussy lips. I gasped for breath. I needed him to enter me; like the earth needs gravity to keep the world spinning on its axles without throwing things out of balance.
He slid inside of me gently opening me up until my essence filled the room. It had been so long since I had been touched for real; the pressure was just too much for my tight pussy to handle his strong thrust. I felt my vaginal walls fill with water. I uncontrollably spit him out and squirted all over us.
He beat my clit like a drummer boy with his penis. I had a female ejaculation and cried out for more of that good dick. He slid back in and went to work. I talked so much shit that it made my nipples hard as a rock.
“Fuck me King,” followed by a well meant, “thank you!”
I remember that cocky look on his face. It was more than confident, if it could talk it would say, “What’s that shit you were talking?”
My eyes closed quickly as I enjoyed every stroke, every kiss on my toes and every touch from his masculine hands encrypted my thinking and nature took its deadly course, Lee killed the pussy.
It was dead with dryness; he screwed out every ounce of my juice like fresh squeezed orange juice that met a thirsty set of lips in the break of dawn. The nympho in me resuscitated my pussy as his thumb seduced my clitoris until my body shook with sexual chemistry; I melted like butter and spilled all over the sheets.
“Turn around and assume the position,” Lee demanded.
“Um,” I got on all fours, tooted my ass in the air and arched my back.
Lee crossed his hands, grabbed my waist from both side and gave the doggy style position a new name. His hand shot my ass like a bombs and guns fired at a soldier’s funeral. I sounded off in sensually painful, pleasurable cries. I knew I was about to be sexually murdered by the hands of Lee’s cock. Through all of that it still didn’t stop the groove.
I looked over at my phone as it lit up, my mother wanted me to take her running around doing some errands. Shit, I ignored all twelve of them calls until Lee and I’s mission was accomplished for now. He got up and hit the shower while I did what I had to do with my folks.
I was rushing, I knew what I had waiting on me in side of room 913. I said my peace and banged out so I could get banged up by my dearest Lee.
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