experienced, in fact, the explosion of pleasure deep in her cunt so intense she collapsed forward onto her lover, limp as a ragdoll. Dimly she was aware that she was screaming, and that beyond the wall the screwing couple paused a second, then began muttering in what sounded to Donna in her near-delirious state like awestruck, admiring tones.
But she didn’t lie still for long, because Kyle’s penis was deep in her body and she wasn’t just using it to masturbate herself with, like a dildo; she was fucking him, and fucking involved more than one person. Donna pushed herself up with her arms and reared above Kyle, gazing down at his beautiful face, his hair tangled and splayed across it, his taut ripped torso, impossibly young and defined. She arched her back and pushed her hands into her hair, thrusting her breasts out in a movement calculated to inflame Kyle, and Donna Knew it had worked because he cried out and raised his head to fit his mouth around one of her nipples, his jaws stretched wide to take in as much of the surrounding breast as he could fit.
He grasped the globes of her ass and began jerking his hips hard, thrusting his huge cock savagely up into her, and Donna responded in kind, grinding her pelvis down against his, aware that the force of the thrusts was making her tits bounce in a way that would drive any red-blooded man insane with desire. As her second climax began its slow rise up the curve, fantasies mired in the sordidness of her surroundings played through Donna’s mind. The fornicating couple on the other side of the wall, who were probably in reality a fat, ugly guy and his cheap whore, became in her imagination a dark, muscled stud and a beautiful teenaged brunette.
In Donna’s mind-movie, the gorgeous couple were with her and Kyle on a much bigger bed, though still in the same sleazy motel. The girl was crouching on Kyle’s face while he ate out her cunt, and at the same time Kyle’s cock was deep inside Donna, as it was now. The dark-haired stud had his penis in the young woman’s mouth. As if a kaleidoscope had been twisted, Donna saw another version of the scene. This time she was on her hands and knees, the brunette in front of her, her legs splayed, and Donna had her tongue in the girl’s pussy. The dark-haired guy was under Donna, his penis in her vagina. And Kyle knelt behind her, his cock in her ass. Something she’d never allowed any man to do, never even fantasized about. Until now.
Kyle spurted hard within her, bringing her back to reality. When his spasms had ebbed to nothingness, Donna lifted herself off his dick and clasped one of his thighs between hers and, her hair splayed across his face and her mouth and nose pressed against the silken warmth of his neck, began to rub her vulva against the hairy muscular hardness of his thigh, slowly at first and then in ever-increasing sweeps until the friction pushed her over the edge and she climaxed, moaning long and huskily.
She lay on Kyle, luxuriating in the tingling feel of his palms stroking her back, moving down to smooth her waist and her ass. Through the wall things had quietened down, and aside from the occasional low murmur there was silence.
Kyle raised one of his hands and stroked Donna’s hair. Suddenly she found herself delighted and touched by the gentle intimacy of the action, and she raised her head, found his mouth and kissed him, with only the smallest flicker of tongue. She eased off him and snuggled her back against his side. When he slipped an arm about her waist she took his hand and moved it up to cup her breast.
Against the hair covering her ear Kyle murmured: ‘I want to sleep with you.’
‘We’ve just - ’
‘I don’t mean that,’ he said. ‘I mean sleep with you. Wake up in the morning with you. Find us in the exact same position we’re in now.’
Donna caressed the back of his hand, pressing it lightly against her breast. ‘We will, honey. We just need to give it some time. But we
But she didn’t lie still for long, because Kyle’s penis was deep in her body and she wasn’t just using it to masturbate herself with, like a dildo; she was fucking him, and fucking involved more than one person. Donna pushed herself up with her arms and reared above Kyle, gazing down at his beautiful face, his hair tangled and splayed across it, his taut ripped torso, impossibly young and defined. She arched her back and pushed her hands into her hair, thrusting her breasts out in a movement calculated to inflame Kyle, and Donna Knew it had worked because he cried out and raised his head to fit his mouth around one of her nipples, his jaws stretched wide to take in as much of the surrounding breast as he could fit.
He grasped the globes of her ass and began jerking his hips hard, thrusting his huge cock savagely up into her, and Donna responded in kind, grinding her pelvis down against his, aware that the force of the thrusts was making her tits bounce in a way that would drive any red-blooded man insane with desire. As her second climax began its slow rise up the curve, fantasies mired in the sordidness of her surroundings played through Donna’s mind. The fornicating couple on the other side of the wall, who were probably in reality a fat, ugly guy and his cheap whore, became in her imagination a dark, muscled stud and a beautiful teenaged brunette.
In Donna’s mind-movie, the gorgeous couple were with her and Kyle on a much bigger bed, though still in the same sleazy motel. The girl was crouching on Kyle’s face while he ate out her cunt, and at the same time Kyle’s cock was deep inside Donna, as it was now. The dark-haired stud had his penis in the young woman’s mouth. As if a kaleidoscope had been twisted, Donna saw another version of the scene. This time she was on her hands and knees, the brunette in front of her, her legs splayed, and Donna had her tongue in the girl’s pussy. The dark-haired guy was under Donna, his penis in her vagina. And Kyle knelt behind her, his cock in her ass. Something she’d never allowed any man to do, never even fantasized about. Until now.
Kyle spurted hard within her, bringing her back to reality. When his spasms had ebbed to nothingness, Donna lifted herself off his dick and clasped one of his thighs between hers and, her hair splayed across his face and her mouth and nose pressed against the silken warmth of his neck, began to rub her vulva against the hairy muscular hardness of his thigh, slowly at first and then in ever-increasing sweeps until the friction pushed her over the edge and she climaxed, moaning long and huskily.
She lay on Kyle, luxuriating in the tingling feel of his palms stroking her back, moving down to smooth her waist and her ass. Through the wall things had quietened down, and aside from the occasional low murmur there was silence.
Kyle raised one of his hands and stroked Donna’s hair. Suddenly she found herself delighted and touched by the gentle intimacy of the action, and she raised her head, found his mouth and kissed him, with only the smallest flicker of tongue. She eased off him and snuggled her back against his side. When he slipped an arm about her waist she took his hand and moved it up to cup her breast.
Against the hair covering her ear Kyle murmured: ‘I want to sleep with you.’
‘We’ve just - ’
‘I don’t mean that,’ he said. ‘I mean sleep with you. Wake up in the morning with you. Find us in the exact same position we’re in now.’
Donna caressed the back of his hand, pressing it lightly against her breast. ‘We will, honey. We just need to give it some time. But we
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