Mr. President 1(250)
Holding me against the wall, his rhythm starts to grow into a mind numbing crescendo, his cock hitting me so fast that I can already feel the blood inside my veins starting to boil. I moan through gritted teeth, closing my eyes as all existence starts to fade away. I can’t see or hear, I can only feel. The whole universe seems focused on the place where our bodies meet and fuse, his cock pounding my pussy without a single hint of mercy.
I come once again, my body completely electrified. I rest my forehead against the wall, hitting it repeatedly as I try to cope with the raging joy that courses through me. This is fucking Heaven. Transcendence. I’ve never been religious, but this is almost mystical.. Think I’m exaggerating? I’m not. I’m out of control, I know, but that’s just a side effect of being fucked like this. And, really, it’s not even a bad side effect; who doesn’t want to lose control from time to time?
It’s like that, without any kind of mental brakes or whatsoever, that I let a loud moan tumble out from my lips. I almost don’t even care if anyone hears us. Sure, if Michael ever found out about this, both Lance and I would be in deep trouble… But who cares about that right now?
He pulls his cock out and places his lips against my neck, kissing me tenderly. Then, he makes me turn on my heels, my back against the wall. My hands go to his chest and, clawing at his pectorals, I smile mischievously.
My hands slide up to his shoulders and I push him back, motioning toward the small bench in the corner of the cramped cubicle. He doesn’t complain as I guide him there, making him sit as I look upon him, hunger making my eyes widen. He licks his lips, his eyes never leaving mine, and I climb on top of him, my legs open wide as I sit on his lap. My hands slide down his chest and, once again, his cock is in my hands.
Guiding his thick member to where I need it to be, I let it pierce me like a spear, his shaft going in easily. I don’t give him time to process what’s about to happen. I simply start rocking my body against his, my buttocks slapping his legs as I go up and down, back and forth. I move wildly, still out of control, and close my eyes as he reaches for my tits, grabbing them eagerly as I fuck him in abandonment. He has fucked me the way I wanted him to; it’s time for me to show him that a woman my age also knows how to please a man.
I ride him hard, and I ride him fast, punishing his cock with all my strength. I feel drops of sweat pooling on my forehead, but these only make me go faster. My muscles are already aching, but I don’t care. I’m a woman on a mission, and I won’t be denied. I grin as I feel sweat dripping down my back, down my face and into my lips, the salty taste of it coating my tongue.#p#分页标题#e#
Acting on instinct, I get up in a rush and, before he can do anything, I turn my back to him and ease myself down on his cock again. His hands go down my back to my ass, and he slaps my cheeks hard as I start riding him in a reverse position. My ass bounces up and down, slapping his body again as I try to survive the onslaught of pleasure that rages through me like a wildfire.
I feel my mind starting to dissolve, pleasure the only remaining thing inside my head. God, I needed this… Forbidden as it might be, Lance is fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before. To say he knows what he’s doing is putting it lightly.
He slides his fingers further in over my ass cheeks, his fingertips brushing against my crack. A shiver goes up my spine as he presses on my asshole, gently caressing it as I keep on riding him. Pressing down, he slides his finger one inch inside my ass, and then starts to move it back and forth at a steady rhythm. With him fingering my ass, I feel closer to oblivion than I have ever been.
I clench my jaw, breathing through my nose as my muscles start to spasm. I don’t even feel the need to scream anymore; my body does all the talking now, my muscles jerking as I come once more. I might be coming, but I’m too far-gone to stop. I keep riding him with violent movements, my buttocks bouncing up and down as his cock ravages me, his finger flying in and out of my ass faster now. Somehow, though, he still manages to resist my assault.
But not for long, that I can promise you.
He allows his finger to slide out of my ass as I go up to my feet, towering over him like the Queen of Wickedness. He looks at me with a grin on his face, sweat on his forehead, and I grab his hand.
“Lay down,” I whisper at him, my voice holding promises of pleasure. Like a good boy, he knows exactly what I tell him to, lying down on the cramped floor, his cock pointing up at me.
Guided by instinct, I immediately plant each feet on the side of his thighs. I squat down, grabbing his cock and pointing it straight up. I brush it against my pussy lips, his glans rubbing against all of my length, and only then do I go lower. I go as slow as I can, his shaft gently lodging itself inside of me. Then I start to jump and down over his cock, moving as fast as I can and pushing through my exhausted muscles. I might be tired, I might be spent, but I’m not a goddamn quitter. I will see this through.