Straight Female / 38
Glad I Came
Connor opened the door wearing shorts and a tight black polo that perfectly sheathed his lean, cut 6-foot-5 body.
“Hey, I’m glad you came,” he said, his icy green eyes twinkling. My heart skipped a beat, my stomach dropped and my knees instantly became weak.
Closing the door behind me he pushed me against the wall - not roughly but firmly.
Then he dropped to his knees and went to work. Lifting my skirt up he lowered my panties and began licking my pussy. I had just shaved it into a tight, perfect landing strip for him two hours earlier. He took turns sliding his tongue inside me while his fingers worked my clit. My juices flowed out of me as I threw my head against the wall and moaned.
I pushed the back of his head harder into me, his tongue probing deeper. His face was covered in my moisture.
He stood up and the tenting in his shorts was massive. I pulled them down and his huge uncircumcised cock sprang free, snapping up off his belly button. I grabbed at it to jerk him off, my hand barely grasping its thick circumference. He tore his shirt off and the sight of his chiseled, tatted and pierced abs interrupted my stroke.
Connor then lifted my blouse off and pulled my skirt down. Picking me up he turned us around and perched me on one of the barstools by his counter. Lifting one of my legs high in the air, he entered me with his throbbing cock. He began fucking me at first with slow, languid strokes, gradually picking up the pace.
I purred like a cat, but as his thrusts intensified so did my moans. I was on the edge of discomfort with my back driving into his counter top, but the pleasure his cock gave me superseded it. I was still wearing my bra, but I started rubbing my nipples underneath it.
Torturing me, he pulled out for a moment and my pussy made a loud popping sound. Then he grabbed both my legs and lifted them up, and plunged back in. I screamed in ecstasy as he fucked me like a jackhammer, his hips moving at a dizzying pace.
I came hard, my legs shaking so violently he had to cradle me so I wouldn’t fall off the stool. I knew he was about to come too, and he shouted out “Fuck!” as he pulled out and shot his hot load all over my torso and bra.
My whole body had turned a bright shade of pink - something that only happens with earth-shattering orgasms, and not something my husband gives me anymore.
My bra was covered in his come so I asked to use his washing machine and dryer. That gave us an hour and a half to kill - so we smoked a joint and fucked two more times.
Having an affair with my son’s soccer coach has paid off.
“Hey, I’m glad you came,” he said, his icy green eyes twinkling. My heart skipped a beat, my stomach dropped and my knees instantly became weak.
Closing the door behind me he pushed me against the wall - not roughly but firmly.
Then he dropped to his knees and went to work. Lifting my skirt up he lowered my panties and began licking my pussy. I had just shaved it into a tight, perfect landing strip for him two hours earlier. He took turns sliding his tongue inside me while his fingers worked my clit. My juices flowed out of me as I threw my head against the wall and moaned.
I pushed the back of his head harder into me, his tongue probing deeper. His face was covered in my moisture.
He stood up and the tenting in his shorts was massive. I pulled them down and his huge uncircumcised cock sprang free, snapping up off his belly button. I grabbed at it to jerk him off, my hand barely grasping its thick circumference. He tore his shirt off and the sight of his chiseled, tatted and pierced abs interrupted my stroke.
Connor then lifted my blouse off and pulled my skirt down. Picking me up he turned us around and perched me on one of the barstools by his counter. Lifting one of my legs high in the air, he entered me with his throbbing cock. He began fucking me at first with slow, languid strokes, gradually picking up the pace.
I purred like a cat, but as his thrusts intensified so did my moans. I was on the edge of discomfort with my back driving into his counter top, but the pleasure his cock gave me superseded it. I was still wearing my bra, but I started rubbing my nipples underneath it.
Torturing me, he pulled out for a moment and my pussy made a loud popping sound. Then he grabbed both my legs and lifted them up, and plunged back in. I screamed in ecstasy as he fucked me like a jackhammer, his hips moving at a dizzying pace.
I came hard, my legs shaking so violently he had to cradle me so I wouldn’t fall off the stool. I knew he was about to come too, and he shouted out “Fuck!” as he pulled out and shot his hot load all over my torso and bra.
My whole body had turned a bright shade of pink - something that only happens with earth-shattering orgasms, and not something my husband gives me anymore.
My bra was covered in his come so I asked to use his washing machine and dryer. That gave us an hour and a half to kill - so we smoked a joint and fucked two more times.
Having an affair with my son’s soccer coach has paid off.
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