circles around my clit. His thumb quickly replaces those fingers and before I can catch my breath, he’s pushing two long, thick fingers inside of me, sliding them all the way in to his knuckles.
I’m panting like a dog in heat as he holds his fingers still inside of me but keeps moving his thumb back and forth over my aching clit. I’ve never felt anything this amazing before. I’ve never wanted to come within two seconds of a guy touching me. And I’ve certainly never gotten turned on with dirty talk. But sweet lord alive, dirty talk coming from Sam’s mouth should be sold on street corners for a hefty price. He’d make a killing.
“Fuck, you’re so tight and perfect,” he whispers as he starts slowly pushing and pulling his fingers out of me and my hips begin moving with the rhythm of his hand between my legs. “God, I wish we were anywhere but here so I could be inside you. I want to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” I groan, my hips jerking faster against his hand as he continues working his fingers in out of me at a quicker pace now, his thumb flicking quickly over my clit until I want to lose my mind with the need to come, until what he said suddenly hits me.
“I wish we were anywhere but here…”
Oh my fucking God, I have a guy’s fingers in my twat in a public dressing room. At the mall. AT THE FUCKING MALL!
I know I said I wanted to embrace the slut and BE the slut, but this is slutty even for me . I can’t even tell him to stop because if he takes those perfectly long, thick fingers out of me right now I will cry and quite possibly punch my hand through the wall in front of me.
What a fucking conundrum.
Like he immediately knows what I’m thinking, the arm Sam hold securely around my waist moves up until his hand is gently covering my mouth while his fingers continue their glorious assault between my legs, twisting and sliding through all the wetness he’s pulled from me just by being him.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he soothes me. “No one can hear us with the loud music, just let go, Noel. I need to feel you come on my fingers.”
Sweet Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and the Wise Men, that’s it, I’m done. Another smooth flick of his thumb over my clit and I’m tumbling into oblivion, moaning and shouting muffled curses against his hand as I do what he says and come on his fingers. My hips jerk forward and I hold them suspended while Sam pushes those beautiful fingers even deeper inside of me and holds them still, letting me ride out my orgasm against his hand, his palm bumping against my clit until I feel like I might die from coming.
Holy longest orgasm in the world, Batman!
The explosion and thumping pleasure between my thighs slowly fades away until I’m back to panting and trying to catch my breath against Sam’s hand, which he finally drops from my mouth. My head thumps forward against the wall of the dressing room and my hand that was busy clutching his arm joins the first one to hold myself up. Sam’s head drops into the crook of my neck while we both take a minute to slow our breathing and I groan through another wave of pleasure when he slowly pulls his fingers out of me and tugs my dress back down.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly when I continue holding my face against the cold wall to cool off my flushed cheeks and try to form words.
“Dead. Legs no work. Me sleepy,” I mumble.
I feel the rumble of laughter in his chest that is still pressed against my back and he grabs my hips, slowly turning me around to face him. I move like a limp noodle, my back collapsing against the wall when he gets me turned and my arms falling uselessly at my sides.
“I’m definitely buying this dress,” he remarks with a smirk, brushing a few errant strands of hair out of my eyes.
“I’m definitely letting you buy this dress. It has magical powers,” I inform him as he scoops up his previously dropped bag of presents while I quickly
I’m panting like a dog in heat as he holds his fingers still inside of me but keeps moving his thumb back and forth over my aching clit. I’ve never felt anything this amazing before. I’ve never wanted to come within two seconds of a guy touching me. And I’ve certainly never gotten turned on with dirty talk. But sweet lord alive, dirty talk coming from Sam’s mouth should be sold on street corners for a hefty price. He’d make a killing.
“Fuck, you’re so tight and perfect,” he whispers as he starts slowly pushing and pulling his fingers out of me and my hips begin moving with the rhythm of his hand between my legs. “God, I wish we were anywhere but here so I could be inside you. I want to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” I groan, my hips jerking faster against his hand as he continues working his fingers in out of me at a quicker pace now, his thumb flicking quickly over my clit until I want to lose my mind with the need to come, until what he said suddenly hits me.
“I wish we were anywhere but here…”
Oh my fucking God, I have a guy’s fingers in my twat in a public dressing room. At the mall. AT THE FUCKING MALL!
I know I said I wanted to embrace the slut and BE the slut, but this is slutty even for me . I can’t even tell him to stop because if he takes those perfectly long, thick fingers out of me right now I will cry and quite possibly punch my hand through the wall in front of me.
What a fucking conundrum.
Like he immediately knows what I’m thinking, the arm Sam hold securely around my waist moves up until his hand is gently covering my mouth while his fingers continue their glorious assault between my legs, twisting and sliding through all the wetness he’s pulled from me just by being him.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he soothes me. “No one can hear us with the loud music, just let go, Noel. I need to feel you come on my fingers.”
Sweet Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and the Wise Men, that’s it, I’m done. Another smooth flick of his thumb over my clit and I’m tumbling into oblivion, moaning and shouting muffled curses against his hand as I do what he says and come on his fingers. My hips jerk forward and I hold them suspended while Sam pushes those beautiful fingers even deeper inside of me and holds them still, letting me ride out my orgasm against his hand, his palm bumping against my clit until I feel like I might die from coming.
Holy longest orgasm in the world, Batman!
The explosion and thumping pleasure between my thighs slowly fades away until I’m back to panting and trying to catch my breath against Sam’s hand, which he finally drops from my mouth. My head thumps forward against the wall of the dressing room and my hand that was busy clutching his arm joins the first one to hold myself up. Sam’s head drops into the crook of my neck while we both take a minute to slow our breathing and I groan through another wave of pleasure when he slowly pulls his fingers out of me and tugs my dress back down.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly when I continue holding my face against the cold wall to cool off my flushed cheeks and try to form words.
“Dead. Legs no work. Me sleepy,” I mumble.
I feel the rumble of laughter in his chest that is still pressed against my back and he grabs my hips, slowly turning me around to face him. I move like a limp noodle, my back collapsing against the wall when he gets me turned and my arms falling uselessly at my sides.
“I’m definitely buying this dress,” he remarks with a smirk, brushing a few errant strands of hair out of my eyes.
“I’m definitely letting you buy this dress. It has magical powers,” I inform him as he scoops up his previously dropped bag of presents while I quickly
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