Approached In A Bar Part 6
A quivering overtook her body, but she never let up her full-cock fuck.
In fact, she rode me all the harder through her body-shaking orgasm. I
thought I would never come, with this orgasming body of pure sex not
bringing me over the edge. She refused to accept it, though, rocking
her hips back and forth as she bounced up and down. Those tits began to
come oh-so-close to my face. With a final sigh her orgasm ended, my
cock well-oiled and being rammed like a piston.
Her hands moved up my chest to my neck, then up to hold my head between.
I could tell she wanted me to come - I've never been fucked with such
abandon before. It surprised me, too. I've never been in the business
of unusual staying power. Perhaps she realized that the best fuck in my
life wasn't getting me off, giving me an indulgent smile above those
heaving mounds.
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Her hands moved away from my chest, and behind her back. I heard the
clip snap, and she shrugged her shoulders to let her bra-straps fall
down her arms on a particularly rough penetration of her cunt. Arms
crossed once more, but not to hide. The smile turned to a grin and she
pulled the bra free.
Oh, the glory of those mounds of white, the sexiness of the erect
nipples reaching forward from the brown areola, the lust of their
bouncing and jiggling in time to our coupling. They filled my sight,
and I drank those beautiful tits like a boy thumbing his first Playboy.
She cupped them like I wanted my own hands to, pinching and tugging the
tips. I felt the pressure build once more, and I knew this was all I
needed.
She pushed her hands roughly back against my shoulders, forcing me
against the couch as she arched her back sharply. Her heavenly curves
thrust upwards, a range made of two snowy mountains. Her fucking
reached a fevered pitch, and I knew she was going to come again as the
first squirt of jism flooded her vaginal canal. She rode me even
harder, if that was possible, moaning as her own climax overtook her.
It didn't let up until we were both finished, and she gave me a final
squeeze of her inner muscles. With a smile, she said, "Thanks." She
lifted herself off of me, with a soft squelching noise. Winking, she
picked up her clothing and got dressed, apparently not caring about our
mixture of juices between her legs.
She walked toward the door, and I could only watch her with heavy
breathing. A business card flicked out and landed on the table next to
my door. Without another word, she left my room.
