Mr. President 1(105)

I tuck one stray lock of hair behind her ear, my thrusts slowing down. Pulling my cock out of her pussy, I grab her by the waist and make her turn around before she even has the time to resist it. I press her against the wall, once again lifting her dress up to her waist. This time I don’t simply flick her thong to the side… Oh, no, I push it down her legs and then I bend over to pick it up. Grabbing it between my fingers, I rise up, my cock brushing against her naked buttocks. I take her underwear to my face and breath in her scent, my cock pulsing against her ass.

“I’m keeping this as a souvenir,” I tell her, pushing her thong into my pocket. “I might want to remember this later tonight…”

She says nothing; as a response she simply pushes her ass at me, my cock trapped between her cheeks. Swaying her body, she strokes me like that until I can’t take it anymore. I grab my cock and point it down, pushing it between her thighs until I feel the warm touch of her labia. Lacing her waist with one arm, I simply thrust, my shaft pushing through her inner lips and once again feeling the warm embrace of her insides.

I grit my teeth as I fuck her, my thighs slapping her ass as I ravage her body. My cock going in and out of her, I press my mouth against her ear, breathing hard.

“I’m going to cum inside of you. I’m going to fill you up until it starts dripping down your legs… And, since I took your thong, I’m going to have to lick you dry,” I tell her, bucking my hips at her until my whole body feels on the verge of exploding.

“Oh… my… God…” She mutters, the words coming out of her like a quivering moan. It only makes me go harder. I go so hard I feel my legs cramping up, her whole body suddenly becoming as tense as mine. One final thrust and that’s it; I can’t hold it in me anymore. Breathing out harshly, I feel my cock spasming violently and I come, my warm semen gushing inside of her.

As I start to come, her pussy becomes even tighter around my shaft and she leans forward against the wall, hissing like a feral cat. She’s trying hard not to scream, an orgasm as violent as my own raging through her petite body. I close my eyes as we surrender to the avalanche of pleasure that engulfs us, our bodies just a tiny vessel in a sea of sin and ecstasy.

Fuck, I must have been crazy to fuck her in a place like this, where anyone could see us! But we got lucky, no one caught us—my cock finally giving its last spams, I slide it out from her pussy. I make her turn around again, her body almost limp as she tries to catch her breath. Before she even opens her eyes, I’m back on my knees, holding her dress up with my hands as I lean in toward her pussy.

Thick strands of cum hang on her labia, beads of it already dripping down her legs at a steady pace. I part my lips, my tongue reaching for one drop of semen as it slides down her thigh. I scoop it up, tracing the way to her pussy. There, I open my mouth and suck on her labia, my tongue licking the salty juices that have just left my cock.

I don’t stop until my mouth is brimming with cum, and then I just swallow it. I don’t even think about it; I just fucking do it. And then I lick her dry, my tongue brushing against every inch of her pussy until there’s nothing left to lick. Slowly, I pull back and go to my feet, letting go of her dress and allowing it to fall down, covering her.

I kiss her tenderly, her tongue dancing around mine as she takes in the flavor of my cum into her mouth. We lock eyes, then, and I know that whatever happened before we got into this alley, won’t be resolved tonight—everything in due time. I push my boxer briefs and pants up, tuck my shirt in, and give her a broad gentle smile.

“Let’s get out of here,” I tell her. Arm-in-arm, we waltz into the street again, my cock twitching as I remember rather indecently what I have stuffed down my pocket: Ashley’s wet underwear.#p#分页标题#e#



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“Hi, this is Misty, who am I talking to?” Ashley says, her voice coming at me like the most perfect sound in the whole universe. Yes, I’m calling her again—you can keep that judgmental look to yourself. It’s stronger than me.

Last night, after our quick dirty romp in a back alley, I got her a cab home and took another one myself. I tried to get some sleep, but all I managed to do was lay around in bed wide awake, tossing and turning while memories of her tight pussy floated around my mind. Eventually, I just got up; I picked my pants from the floor and took her used thong from inside my pocket, bringing it up to my face so that I could breath her scent in. That was all it took for my cock to stiffen—just feeling the soft fabric on my fingers made me ache for release again. Remember when I told you that Ashley makes me insatiable? This is what that means.