Mr. President 1(39)

Rolling his balls over the open palm of my free hand, I caress his balls as I suck him hard. I do it fully knowing that, soon enough, all the cum that his balls are busy producing will be unleashed upon my body. And I just can’t wait—really, I’m not kidding. With Austin it seems like there are no limits; even after he has come, there’s always space for an extra dirtiness, especially when it involves both our fluids. What can I say? It’s fun to be a dirty woman.#p#分页标题#e#

“Fuck,” I hear Austin groan again, and his cock pulses slightly against my tongue. Realizing that he’s already dancing close to the edge, I almost stop, but then I just redouble my efforts, enjoying the way his cock fills up my mouth and not caring if he comes now. If it happens, it happens… I’ll just make him get hard again so that he can please me.

Needing to refill my lungs with air, I take his cock out of my mouth and take a deep breath; even though I’m still using my hand to stroke him, Austin takes the chance to take off his shoes and push his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, allowing them to fall on the floor at his feet. Then, reaching for his own chest, he unbuttons his shirt in a hurry and then pushes it down his arms.

Now completely naked, I allow my eyes to roam over to his abs and, the moment I see his hard muscles, I feel my insides clenching. It doesn’t matter how many times I see him naked; each time feels like the first time, and that’s a blessing I can’t even begin to describe.

“Like what you see?” he asks me, softly swaying his hips.

“Always,” I reply without having to think about it. I keep on stroking him for a short while but, needing something else from me, Austin curls his fingers around my wrist and forces me to stop.

“I want you … I want your pussy, Ash,” he tells me, his eyes narrowing as his voice grows heavier. Taking my hands back to his knees, I push myself up. Without breaking eye contact, I take my hands to my shoulders and push the straps of my dress down, allowing it to droop over my tits. As I pull the dress down to my waist, showing Austin my lace bra, I then sway my hips from side to side and allow the dress to fall in a bunch at my feet.

“Like what you see?” I ask him the same question he asked me, grabbing both my breasts and squeezing them. Then, taking one hand to my back, I unclasp my bra and simply take it off, biting down on my lower lip as I release my hard nipples from the oppression of the bra.

“What do you think?” he almost growls and, bending over, he grabs me by the hand and pulls me into him. I stumble forward and, before I know it, I’m straddling him again; except this time the only barrier between us is my thong, his cock pressed against it and staining it with his pre-cum.

I almost try to get up again just so that I can take my thong off, but Austin solves that problem quite easily. Grabbing it with one hand, he flicks it to the side so that he can look at my wet pussy.

“There she is,” he whispers, his eyes struggling between looking at my eyes or at my pussy.

“And it’s all yours,” I whisper back at him in the same heavy tone, almost too desperate to feel his thickness buried inside my pussy once more. As I speak, I raise my hips up and, grabbing his cock with my hand, I angle it so that its tip is pointing straight at where it matters. Which, of course, means I’ve aimed it toward my pussy.

And he doesn’t mind, not at all.

“All mine,” he growls, repeating my words. Then, in a short moment that seems to last for just a fraction of a second, he thrusts upward and hammers his cock into me. Arching my back, I let out a loud scream as his thickness fills me up. The moment that happens, something inside my mind simply snaps: I throw my arms over his shoulders and start riding him fast and hard, almost as if I were a porn star in one of these super expensive movies men seemingly enjoy. Although, just between us, I think that my performance beat those of a porn star. And no, I’m not bragging; I’m just saying it as I see it.

I mean, I’m riding him so hard that, only after just a short minute, beads of sweat are already pooling on my forehead, locks of hair becoming plastered to my face. And that just makes me go even harder, the drops of sweat trickling down my back caressing me like soft kisses.#p#分页标题#e#

Austin grabs me by the ass as I fuck him because, yeah, I’m the one doing the fucking right now, and he keeps them there to feel the sway of my body, allowing me to keep my own rhythm.

One of his hands escapes from my ass, though, and he takes it to my right breast. He squeezes it harshly and then, letting go, he pinches my hard nipple between his thumb and index finger, unleashing a blend of painful pleasure inside my body.