circles around my clit. I no longer cared about the neighbors or the height of fences.
I moaned and rocked back and forth, seeking to ease the pressure that was building up as rapidly as a steaming kettle.
He said, “You like that? No rush. We can take our time.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Just like that. Feels so good. Oh my god.”
“Don't come yet,” he said, chuckling. “You feel so good in my fingers. So slippery and I can't see it from here, but I know it's all hot pink down there, isn't it?”
I glanced down at his finger, stunned to see the thick digit, with its light coat of dark hair, working back and forth and up and down my soft, pink bits.
I leaned forward, putting my elbows on the table, so he could access me better from behind, with the fingers seeking to enter me. “More,” I said.
He added a finger and thrust in and out of me, steadily, unrelentingly.
“More,” I said. “I want your big cock inside me.”
“Mm, dirty talk,” he said. “Hang on.”
He fumbled with the latch on his trousers, then got them open. I felt his dick, all hot and heavy, against my backside, under my loose robe.
“I'll give you something to talk dirty about,” he said.
I leaned forward some more, and he guided his manhood with his hand, rubbing the head up and down my pussy, along my clean, freshly-showered ass, my vagina, and across my clit.
“You want this?” he said.
“Yeah.” I wiggled my ass and tried to move back, falling onto it, but he had his hands on my hips and wouldn't let me.
His voice was different now, even deeper, and his breathing was heavy. “Take that robe off, I want to see your back.”
I untied the robe and tossed it to the floor. I pushed back again, trying to get my aching pussy down on that big, throbbing erection, to slide past the head and over the shaft, but he kept me pinned, wouldn't let me back yet.
Instead, he dipped in and out of me with the head, filling me, then taking it away.
My urgency built up some more, until I feared I might have to beg, and then I got annoyed and frustrated, but pleasantly so.
“I'm ready,” I said, giving him what I thought was a pretty strong hint.
“I know.”
In and out with the tip again. Then across my clit with the head. In and out once more.
I moaned in a mix of pleasure and frustration.
“C'mere,” he said, and he finally guided me down, inch by inch. Because he's so long and I'm not that tall, I wasn't sure how far we could go, or what would happen when we did, but I ended up sitting comfortably on his lap, his legs supporting mine. His long, thick, hard cock was completely inside me, impaling me, but I didn't feel impaled at all.
I began to circle from the waist, riding him, feeling him slip around inside me.
“Damn,” he said, sending a thrill of pleasure through me, this one from my mind. They say the brain is the largest sex organ, and I believe it. Every time he said that word, and I knew how much he wanted me, it made me want him even more.
He tipped me up rather quickly, so he could slip his trousers all the way off. Now I was astride him, still with my back to him, with his muscular hairy legs between mine. I flexed my internal muscles and he grabbed onto my hips, rocking me back and forth on that hard, throbbing cock. Between my legs, I could see my pussy lips, hot pink and eager, and then his sac, in its cloak of dark curls. I reached down and stroked his balls, which he seemed to appreciate.
“Damn!” he said. “I'm gonna come.”
I wasn't near orgasm, not in this position, so I did something I might have been shy about before, but not with Trevor. I let my fingers roam up from his sac to my clit, and I rubbed away, exactly the way I like it for maximum efficiency, and soon my orgasm was ready to explode.
I used one hand on myself and the other for his sac, both hands getting wet and slippery from our combined moisture.
Trevor leaned forward and grabbed me around the waist. He pressed his face into my
I moaned and rocked back and forth, seeking to ease the pressure that was building up as rapidly as a steaming kettle.
He said, “You like that? No rush. We can take our time.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Just like that. Feels so good. Oh my god.”
“Don't come yet,” he said, chuckling. “You feel so good in my fingers. So slippery and I can't see it from here, but I know it's all hot pink down there, isn't it?”
I glanced down at his finger, stunned to see the thick digit, with its light coat of dark hair, working back and forth and up and down my soft, pink bits.
I leaned forward, putting my elbows on the table, so he could access me better from behind, with the fingers seeking to enter me. “More,” I said.
He added a finger and thrust in and out of me, steadily, unrelentingly.
“More,” I said. “I want your big cock inside me.”
“Mm, dirty talk,” he said. “Hang on.”
He fumbled with the latch on his trousers, then got them open. I felt his dick, all hot and heavy, against my backside, under my loose robe.
“I'll give you something to talk dirty about,” he said.
I leaned forward some more, and he guided his manhood with his hand, rubbing the head up and down my pussy, along my clean, freshly-showered ass, my vagina, and across my clit.
“You want this?” he said.
“Yeah.” I wiggled my ass and tried to move back, falling onto it, but he had his hands on my hips and wouldn't let me.
His voice was different now, even deeper, and his breathing was heavy. “Take that robe off, I want to see your back.”
I untied the robe and tossed it to the floor. I pushed back again, trying to get my aching pussy down on that big, throbbing erection, to slide past the head and over the shaft, but he kept me pinned, wouldn't let me back yet.
Instead, he dipped in and out of me with the head, filling me, then taking it away.
My urgency built up some more, until I feared I might have to beg, and then I got annoyed and frustrated, but pleasantly so.
“I'm ready,” I said, giving him what I thought was a pretty strong hint.
“I know.”
In and out with the tip again. Then across my clit with the head. In and out once more.
I moaned in a mix of pleasure and frustration.
“C'mere,” he said, and he finally guided me down, inch by inch. Because he's so long and I'm not that tall, I wasn't sure how far we could go, or what would happen when we did, but I ended up sitting comfortably on his lap, his legs supporting mine. His long, thick, hard cock was completely inside me, impaling me, but I didn't feel impaled at all.
I began to circle from the waist, riding him, feeling him slip around inside me.
“Damn,” he said, sending a thrill of pleasure through me, this one from my mind. They say the brain is the largest sex organ, and I believe it. Every time he said that word, and I knew how much he wanted me, it made me want him even more.
He tipped me up rather quickly, so he could slip his trousers all the way off. Now I was astride him, still with my back to him, with his muscular hairy legs between mine. I flexed my internal muscles and he grabbed onto my hips, rocking me back and forth on that hard, throbbing cock. Between my legs, I could see my pussy lips, hot pink and eager, and then his sac, in its cloak of dark curls. I reached down and stroked his balls, which he seemed to appreciate.
“Damn!” he said. “I'm gonna come.”
I wasn't near orgasm, not in this position, so I did something I might have been shy about before, but not with Trevor. I let my fingers roam up from his sac to my clit, and I rubbed away, exactly the way I like it for maximum efficiency, and soon my orgasm was ready to explode.
I used one hand on myself and the other for his sac, both hands getting wet and slippery from our combined moisture.
Trevor leaned forward and grabbed me around the waist. He pressed his face into my
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