sensitive mound, then tracing upward along my side. We jockeyed for position, my legs shifting me off the chair and between his own, a hand reaching down to stroke the bulge running down his leg as I waged a voracious battle against his probing tongue.
Famine groaned, the kind of noise that made my knees buckle, so naturally I grabbed him even tighter. We drew apart a moment, sharing a lighthearted laugh between us before I crashed back into him for a second round. Our lips met, laboriously moving with skill and passion as we spoke to each other silent promises of the night ahead. You can tell a lot about a man’s capabilities in bed based on their kiss, and I knew right then, Famine wasn’t going to leave me unsatisfied. I let out a light moan, my tongue twirling around his own.
“You’re pretty straight forward, aren’t you Kayla?”
“You don’t know the half of it,” I whispered, still standing between his legs next to the barstool, working his button fly under cover of the bartop. I pulled his shaft free, blocking it from view as my hand stroked it. The alcohol was certainly having an effect. Even in the mostly deserted bar, this was a little risqué for my blood. If you want to play with the bad boys though…. Sometimes you gotta get a little dirty.
I was determined to get as much out of the night as I could. Famine was huge… I wanted to see more, and my mouth was getting a little antsy again. I’d spent half the night eating cake, and now I wanted something a little more savory.
How in the hell did yourself into this Kayla? I thought, laughing as I pulled him up, dragging him toward the small bathroom round the side. He followed like I had him on a leash, my hand still wrapped around the end of his shaft.
If touching his cock under the bar was good, seeing it out in the open like this was mind blowing. I drew the elastic of his boxers up and over him as the door slammed shut, Famine’s hand reaching out to lock it. I knew the score. A guy like famine would use me just like all the others, but for a minute or two anyway, I was in total control. Somewhere, inside, I felt maybe this could be different than all the others.
I wrapped my hand around him, laughing because it wasn’t doing an adequate job. Famine was a two hander. Stroking his girth as best I could I shoved the boxers down, leaning in to give the thick head a little kiss. Famine drew a hard breath. “God damn Kayla, you’re turning a shitty night into a fucking good one.”
“Keep talking,” I whispered, bending at the hips and listing to his gasps as I licked along the shaft and swirled my tongue round the head like some kind of porn star. He shifted, the head of his cock popping between my lips, lining up.
“You have such a nice cock,” I whispered, parting my pink lips and drawing him between them. I reached down, cupping him as I slid downward, giving the dirtiest and sloppiest blow job I could manage. No use in having cake if you can’t eat it. His whole body was quivering, legs shaking against my hands as I propped myself up, unwilling to put my knees on the dirty floor.
“Fuck yeah baby,” Famine moaned as I felt the hard veins of his shaft pulsing against my tongue. I worked him deep, his hips bucking as the head of his cock bumped the back of my through lightly. Suppressing the urge to gag, I kept on going. I knew he was almost there. Famine couldn’t stop, he couldn’t control it, I took him deep and he blew his load, shot after shot splashing the inside of my mouth. I drank it in, the salty taste rolling down my throat. Something about the experience, the taboo nature of it, the setting, it just seemed right to swallow.
And Famine wasn’t complaining.
I pushed his softening cock back into his pants, buttoning the fly carefully. Standing up and falling into him. He held me tight, my eyes flashing to the mirror, trying to record the moment for future memories on cold and lonely nights…
“Are you going to fuck
Famine groaned, the kind of noise that made my knees buckle, so naturally I grabbed him even tighter. We drew apart a moment, sharing a lighthearted laugh between us before I crashed back into him for a second round. Our lips met, laboriously moving with skill and passion as we spoke to each other silent promises of the night ahead. You can tell a lot about a man’s capabilities in bed based on their kiss, and I knew right then, Famine wasn’t going to leave me unsatisfied. I let out a light moan, my tongue twirling around his own.
“You’re pretty straight forward, aren’t you Kayla?”
“You don’t know the half of it,” I whispered, still standing between his legs next to the barstool, working his button fly under cover of the bartop. I pulled his shaft free, blocking it from view as my hand stroked it. The alcohol was certainly having an effect. Even in the mostly deserted bar, this was a little risqué for my blood. If you want to play with the bad boys though…. Sometimes you gotta get a little dirty.
I was determined to get as much out of the night as I could. Famine was huge… I wanted to see more, and my mouth was getting a little antsy again. I’d spent half the night eating cake, and now I wanted something a little more savory.
How in the hell did yourself into this Kayla? I thought, laughing as I pulled him up, dragging him toward the small bathroom round the side. He followed like I had him on a leash, my hand still wrapped around the end of his shaft.
If touching his cock under the bar was good, seeing it out in the open like this was mind blowing. I drew the elastic of his boxers up and over him as the door slammed shut, Famine’s hand reaching out to lock it. I knew the score. A guy like famine would use me just like all the others, but for a minute or two anyway, I was in total control. Somewhere, inside, I felt maybe this could be different than all the others.
I wrapped my hand around him, laughing because it wasn’t doing an adequate job. Famine was a two hander. Stroking his girth as best I could I shoved the boxers down, leaning in to give the thick head a little kiss. Famine drew a hard breath. “God damn Kayla, you’re turning a shitty night into a fucking good one.”
“Keep talking,” I whispered, bending at the hips and listing to his gasps as I licked along the shaft and swirled my tongue round the head like some kind of porn star. He shifted, the head of his cock popping between my lips, lining up.
“You have such a nice cock,” I whispered, parting my pink lips and drawing him between them. I reached down, cupping him as I slid downward, giving the dirtiest and sloppiest blow job I could manage. No use in having cake if you can’t eat it. His whole body was quivering, legs shaking against my hands as I propped myself up, unwilling to put my knees on the dirty floor.
“Fuck yeah baby,” Famine moaned as I felt the hard veins of his shaft pulsing against my tongue. I worked him deep, his hips bucking as the head of his cock bumped the back of my through lightly. Suppressing the urge to gag, I kept on going. I knew he was almost there. Famine couldn’t stop, he couldn’t control it, I took him deep and he blew his load, shot after shot splashing the inside of my mouth. I drank it in, the salty taste rolling down my throat. Something about the experience, the taboo nature of it, the setting, it just seemed right to swallow.
And Famine wasn’t complaining.
I pushed his softening cock back into his pants, buttoning the fly carefully. Standing up and falling into him. He held me tight, my eyes flashing to the mirror, trying to record the moment for future memories on cold and lonely nights…
“Are you going to fuck
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