Erotic City by Pynk Page A

push him away. The force had created a sensitivity that she could no longer bear.
    Lavender looked up at her with smiling eyes and glazed lips and went back down to taste her secretions with his absorbent tongue. He grinned and put his hand on his penis, which was hidden under his clothes. It stood tall like it was next in line, waiting patiently to get in on the action.
    She spoke sexily. “Take those off. You juiced this pussy up, now you need to fuck it.”
    Lavender came to a stance and pulled off his shirt. Milan moved the chairs back and leaned onto the banister, placing her hands on the rail, facing the voyeuristic beach. Lavender stepped out of his pants and boxers and positioned himself behind her, bending down slightly to secure his point of entry, but not before he inserted his middle finger to locate the exact, cum-laden spot.
    “Yep. You’re ready,” he said.
    He placed one hand on her lower back, and guided his penis to the entrance of her vagina. He parked it there and put both hands alongside her hips. He first inserted just the head, and gave a few shallow thrusts.
    She wiggled him inside. “Deeper, baby. Gimme all that good dick. Fuck me.” She tried to bridle her X-rated volume as she shook her hips back at him.
    He teased her for a bit and slowly leaned forward, sliding inside, farther and farther, diving in headfirst. Her swollen opening took him in, hugging his dick with welcoming walls.
    Milan held on with all her might, again watching those who seemed to have no idea that their presence made the juices flow even stronger.
    “This is some good shit here,” he said loudly.
    “Uh-huh.” Milan was being hit hard.
    He shook his wide dick in and out of her like he was about to break it off inside.
    “This shit is slippery. Damn, baby.” His level of turn on was obvious.
    “Uh-huh.” Milan was being dick-dunked.
    He thrust his shaft down the throat of her deep pussy, and he, too, looked out along the ocean and the view of the people strolling along. He spotted one single female who looked as though her eyes were fixed upon them, too. She was a young curvy Latina.
    His crucifix swayed as he laid the pipe. His dick grew even harder. “You know I’d like to fuck that one right there while you watch.”
    “You would?” Milan immediately spotted her man’s object of affection.
    “You’d stand behind me and rub my back while I took that from behind like this.”
    “I know you’d get it good, too.”
    “I would.”
    She said, “I see her looking. Go deeper, baby. Get you some.”
    Lavender pumped his well-defined ass muscles back and forth into Milan’s willing cunt. He thrust his hips all the way forward and took full advantage. He could feel the extra wetness stirred up by the strength of his stroke.
    He kept his sights on the young woman and held tighter to Milan’s hips, slamming into her with every muscle in his body as Milan’s pussy adopted him.
    “Get it good, baby.” Milan continued to buck. “Uh-huh, uh-huh. Yeah.”
    After one extra deep push, his meat had all it could take and it began to surrender. His violent expulsion traveled from his balls to his head. He bit his lip.
    He suddenly yanked himself out, holding on to his base, and railed on her viscously as his climax rushed out of him. He let out a long, intense, unintelligible groan. His excess of pleasure slurred his speech. “Oh umh ahhh umph uummmmgg.” Her backside looked like the top of Mt. Everest.
    “Uh-huh,” Milan said, looking back at his stream of semen. “That’s my baby. You’re a damn Picasso.”
    “Uh-huh,” was all he could say.
    He took one step back and held his hand under his stiff dick.
    Milan still leaned over the balcony. She noticed the young woman begin to slowly walk away, still seeming to look their way. “That was a long nut there. Damn.”
    “Damn is right. You’re my bad girl.” His heavy breathing was obvious.
    “Just doing what we do.”
    He leaned down to kiss her back.