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Stairway to Heaven
Petite packaged Kendall and burly athlete James have intense sex all the way up the stairs.
James knew she was for it the moment their bodies slid into each other on the dance floor. She exuded need and readiness like a finger greeting moisture in an eager pussy.
He remembered of all things in this particular moment his grandmother’s sage advice: ‘good things come in small packages.’ This woman defined petite; she was slender, trim, fit and great perky breasts; plus copious blonde locks and dazzling sapphire blue eyes. Surely they were designer contacts, but who cared: they had him, like her tight fitting black dress.
Kendall was thinking the toilets, an alley way or a dark corner of the venue for immediate sex. Boy was he hot. The physique of the guy was outstanding. His shirt barely contained his ripped fitness. She was intent on making out. It was already happening in her head. Ripping off his shirt was a passing thought; she wanted his pants down fast.
It was only a modicum of human decency and the fact they would be arrested and separated that stopped them from screwing in the middle of the dance floor. This was the actual instance in a lifetime when you needed to be at one of those all in private club venue orgies.
It was all they could do to grope at each other as they made a hasty exit. It was not even ten o’clock .There was only one cab on the rank outside, just up from the venue. They slid and felt around two bodies as one, as they fastened together on the back seat.
James gave his address between two deep lingering French kisses. The meter was running and the taxi was off. The ten minute drive seemingly had the makings of a lifetime’s incarceration if they couldn’t dirtily touch.
The raunchy flow of desire through both souls was untameable. The thought of subtle satiny subdued foreplay wasn’t on either of their minds. James coming up for a much needed breathe in the hectic ferreting under her dress and the rummaging in underwear to finger forage her private flesh; saw the crucifix wrapped and d****d around the drivers mirror. He came close to cursing his Catholic upbringing.
The taxi driver at this point also threatened to put them both out on the roadside. For a moment James thought; shit that alley way will have to do, this wasn’t romance but primal need.
Kendall being a woman knew the discreet playful tactic to adopt in their feverish hurriedness for fucking because the outcome was assured; it was only minutes away. She placed her gold clutch purse perfectly to hide her ribald action of releasing James erect throbber through his zip.
She stroked with her delectable tight elegant fingered grip along the length of his exposed love muscle. Her finger nails giving ripples of intense localized pleasure to his pecker tip and tightening ball bag. His cock was over ready. His precum actually smearing the top of her purse. She was massaging and teasing and fondling in turn his engorged pecker with the most sensationally timed upward and downward rhythm, to sustain his hardness. There was no time to lose, the action was imminent.
Kendall in her rush to please her own tingling slit which had been thoroughly but more discreetly manhandled on the back seat hurriedly went to pay the cab fare; as the driver pulled to the curb. However; this released James’ nearly bursting purple head directly into the cabbies view.
Unfortunately the driver’s own latent love of men which usually remained hidden behind phony homophobic tirades, now confronted a gorgeous close cock; he went actually deathly pale not at their supposed indecency in his taxi but his own anxiety at succumbing to cock, his own raging bi desires caught out. The driver recovered somehow and gesticulated wildly’
He then yelled: “Get Out. Get Out” and sped off with a stunning cock forever imprinted on his mind.
James with his cock on public view because it wouldn’t go back in his pants because it was that over full to totally stretched upright erect: the true hard on. He stumbled speedily with Kendall; her clutch purse still open and two twenty dollars note improperly and hurriedly stuffed back in it ended up drifting on the light breeze down the road.
A young woman walking her dog down the opposite pavement got the eyeful of her twenty years and realised her own boyfriend wasn’t in this cock league. She kept staring; as her dog strained on its leash. Wow.
James pressed the key pad and they were in. He shut the door with his foot and in the same instance swept petite Kendall into his arms. Her clutch purse dropped to the floor. Her heels splayed. He intended to carry her up the stairs to his king-size bed. James was impressed with his own penis will power, not to root her senseless on the tiles; his strength as a professional rugby player to carry her; he already knew his potency.
Kendall however, grabbed the bottom of the banister rail and that halted James on the bottom stair.
Fuck knows how the lithe five foot two seemingly contortionist Miss got her legs wrapped around his neck and her mouth over his exposed pecker but suddenly the bottom stair seemed fine for sex. James cock was in heaven: well a cute femmouth paradise. He had sort of anticipated the moment but it was already way better. It was sucking to define sucking. She was a frigging vacuuming sucking and god she was good. He struggled in the pleasure rapture to hold his balance. He was trembling with cock comforting contentment.
James flipped her down. He had to see her technique in action. Kendall dropped his dacks and boxers and took his quality meat package in her hands while nibbling on his nut sac, giving the silky tense tease. She was gobbling his head while looking up with her eyes. It was the sexiest of head job interactions for James; seeing a woman’s eyes gaze up at him whilst her mouth did its deliberate defining shaping job. He imbibed the full pleasure of her cock work ethic and the gratification of seeing a woman gorging herself on his pecker.
Kendall’s blue eyes were full of the wonder of cock. Her mouth was full of the flavor of cock. Her mind was full of the savoring sensual moment of a corker cock. Her hand was occupied with the shaft. Her mouth was working the head. Eyes shut, then open. Intense concentration, then no concentration, just bodies flowing together. Pleasure held in one spot, then pleasure released through mind and body. Kendall was spirited, caught fully in the enjoyment of providing enjoyment and readying this hard happiness rod for her own immediate pussy use.
James though had to taste her. Her dress was off, her cute matching black panties and bra discarded too. She was on the second step and James was still on the first; the perfect position for kneeling into her wide open raised legs. One held higher and twisted to the banister rail; the other pressed to the feature wooden wall. But the true feature on display was her pussy; inviting as only a fully shaved wet spread lippy coochie can be. It defined pink; it was so puffy. Her lipettes were tackily glued to her mound under the weight of her own seeping moisture. James tongue hit her delight front and centre with all the force of a scrum push. The taste was salivary squelchy sweet.
Kendall was quickly panting because James was licking in a rush to meet her frictional pushing need. There were regular ‘mmm’s’ and ‘ahs’ of womanly delight as her secret flesh was captured by his flashing tongue. He put two fingers into her and was moving them in and out briskly as he flicked her clit. She squealed and quivered in fem-delight. One of her hands gripped the stair rail, the other coursing, tousling his hair. Kendall came intensely, vehemently and enthusiastically but instantly sought more; she was exuding protracted heat.
She guided James under her a few stairs up. Kendall was now on top of James; but facing away. She held her body above him for a moment, balancing on his thighs with her legs positioned down the stairs. She gripped the banister with one hand and then pushing off her toes; she rode her man; rode his pecker hard, rode his meat ball deep and occasionally teased the tip of his cock head before plunging down, then dragging her enveloping tightness up, over and over again. Then Kendall arched back into his chest and let James thrust happily into her, letting James pump frantically for a minute with machine gun tempo. God it felt mutually blissful. Pussy chock-full. Cock drilling filling.
A couple more stairs and Kendall was facing her man. This allowed swift expressive kissing and robust breast fondling. Her hands then locked around James’s neck and his hands were pushing her butt up and indenting her taut petite cheeks as their genitals were now glued together in fantastic fevered friction. Kendall was so lubricated the bond of two was perfect; it was a compulsive duo of pace, passion and preoccupation.
Kendall eased her knees onto James thighs, increasing the tightness of traction. Her clit trying to burrow into his pubic bone. She wriggled her arse and clenched her pussy muscles in ardent womanly joy.
She had to taste herself his glistening manly meat. She was engrossed in the mixed viscosity of two. The fire and the lust in her eyes matched by the intensity coursing through the pecker in her mouth. James was momentarily lost in the power this woman’s mouth had over his cock.
James realised only super deep could match Kendall’s zeal for his cock. He had her missionary spread near the top of the stairs. God she was spread. God she was open. God she was in the instance too carnal. But his dick was raging. He held her legs up but slightly together and went in so goddamn deep it could only be called obscenely deep. It was lust deep, it was fem-screaming deep, and it was cavernous canyon deep. It was g-spot hunting deep. Kendall thought she would fucking split open and in the pleasure surge that was frickin acceptable.
Their tangle of bodies made it to the landing somehow. Kendall held the top of the balustrade with both hands. One leg up on it because she needed the dogging finale. Her exposed lippy coochie joined with cock. Naturally fem-creamy gelled for action: pure need, pure bodily greed and the urgency of coupled speed. Wow was she loud. Her delicate petite frame belied by her foul mouthed pleasure: “Oh fuck me…fuck me deeper…yeah…oh…my my…Oh God.” A tirade of filthy enjoyment. Complete womanly abandonment in absolute bodily happiness.
James was stoked, he was booty struck and petite pussy wrapped as he looked down at his cock doing its job. Boy was it doing its job and it was getting rewarded. He felt the pleasure expand along his cock, he heard the pleasure in Kendall’s smutty loud delight and the evidence was leaking down her thighs and was now in his ears, because between her ecstatic moans and groans was the sucking puck sound of trapped air and liquid in her cute cunny as he thrust with pricking precision so profoundly deep, sac deep. She was the ultimate stairway to heaven for a male.
How to top the untoppable? She was screaming in orgasmic delight and she came with shuddering quivering thighs. Her arse pushing into his pelvis. She had to grip the balustrade so as not to collapse on the landing. Kendall felt better than she ever had before in sex. Oh fuck; it was sensational as the tingly pleasure spasm held and held for her.
James’, as dudes will moved on, his finger was rimming and probing her cute tight starfish and it was amazing how she got her explosive sexual desire back almost simultaneously with the double digit probe; as he smeared her slutty juices into her own arsehole. Kendall was moaning more deeply than before, deep mmm’s of fem-pleasure, already craving forbidden delight.
Kendall was leaning over the balustrade, her body in free fall as the delicious tight moment came. His fat cock rimming and then penetrating her yielding yet unyielding hole. Her feisty anus in pecker rapture. James pumped her arse like there was no tomorrow, deep, dirty and slightly debasingly but Kendall ecstatically embraced it. The underlying slut in her fully let out.
Kendall was taken completely by her fastened and stretched arse being ravished; it was a quality welcome trespass, a sin of delight. The sensation surpassing her anal virgin experience as her butthole for an instance held her complete being in cock constricted consciousness and the snug compression had her teetering on new found heights of pleasure.
Oh shit life was so fucking good in moments like this: on a stairway, a staircase of bodily rapture, a series of steps that led to anal paradise.
James could feel his welling silky sac satisfaction craving its release in the secure sensual stringent constriction of her arse friction which held only one outcome; a monumental wad of cum ready for release.
Kendall had to feel the warmth of cock jizz in her mouth and at the top of the stairs, after a few brisk energetic abrupt deep throated sucks their reward was shared.
James’s cum jizzed over Kendall’s face; propelled with the force of male happiness in splashing spasmed splats across her extended tongue, where it slushed with her swelling saliva and her repeated ‘yum’s’, it sprinkled like fine lace dots across her flushed cheek and the overload of spare dong gravy aided by gravity went plummeting over her shoulder, through the banister railing, on a descending trajectory, where it ended its life as a smearing smudge on the ground floor tiles.
There was the sated erotic repose; the joint bodily clutching, the twofold embracing and the satisfaction combined in united bodily relaxation.
Surely the heat was out of these two feisty spunky over sexed adults.
Their close nakedness said otherwise. Intimate genital nearness rousing ardor again. The sexual heights had been anticipated on the dance floor and had been realised on a staircase; yet new carnal adventures were just a door and a bed away.
The playfulness was hitting them both; the fun kinky sex was about to begin as James piggy backed Kendall into his bedroom.
Petite packaged Kendall and burly athlete James have intense sex all the way up the stairs.
James knew she was for it the moment their bodies slid into each other on the dance floor. She exuded need and readiness like a finger greeting moisture in an eager pussy.
He remembered of all things in this particular moment his grandmother’s sage advice: ‘good things come in small packages.’ This woman defined petite; she was slender, trim, fit and great perky breasts; plus copious blonde locks and dazzling sapphire blue eyes. Surely they were designer contacts, but who cared: they had him, like her tight fitting black dress.
Kendall was thinking the toilets, an alley way or a dark corner of the venue for immediate sex. Boy was he hot. The physique of the guy was outstanding. His shirt barely contained his ripped fitness. She was intent on making out. It was already happening in her head. Ripping off his shirt was a passing thought; she wanted his pants down fast.
It was only a modicum of human decency and the fact they would be arrested and separated that stopped them from screwing in the middle of the dance floor. This was the actual instance in a lifetime when you needed to be at one of those all in private club venue orgies.
It was all they could do to grope at each other as they made a hasty exit. It was not even ten o’clock .There was only one cab on the rank outside, just up from the venue. They slid and felt around two bodies as one, as they fastened together on the back seat.
James gave his address between two deep lingering French kisses. The meter was running and the taxi was off. The ten minute drive seemingly had the makings of a lifetime’s incarceration if they couldn’t dirtily touch.
The raunchy flow of desire through both souls was untameable. The thought of subtle satiny subdued foreplay wasn’t on either of their minds. James coming up for a much needed breathe in the hectic ferreting under her dress and the rummaging in underwear to finger forage her private flesh; saw the crucifix wrapped and d****d around the drivers mirror. He came close to cursing his Catholic upbringing.
The taxi driver at this point also threatened to put them both out on the roadside. For a moment James thought; shit that alley way will have to do, this wasn’t romance but primal need.
Kendall being a woman knew the discreet playful tactic to adopt in their feverish hurriedness for fucking because the outcome was assured; it was only minutes away. She placed her gold clutch purse perfectly to hide her ribald action of releasing James erect throbber through his zip.
She stroked with her delectable tight elegant fingered grip along the length of his exposed love muscle. Her finger nails giving ripples of intense localized pleasure to his pecker tip and tightening ball bag. His cock was over ready. His precum actually smearing the top of her purse. She was massaging and teasing and fondling in turn his engorged pecker with the most sensationally timed upward and downward rhythm, to sustain his hardness. There was no time to lose, the action was imminent.
Kendall in her rush to please her own tingling slit which had been thoroughly but more discreetly manhandled on the back seat hurriedly went to pay the cab fare; as the driver pulled to the curb. However; this released James’ nearly bursting purple head directly into the cabbies view.
Unfortunately the driver’s own latent love of men which usually remained hidden behind phony homophobic tirades, now confronted a gorgeous close cock; he went actually deathly pale not at their supposed indecency in his taxi but his own anxiety at succumbing to cock, his own raging bi desires caught out. The driver recovered somehow and gesticulated wildly’
He then yelled: “Get Out. Get Out” and sped off with a stunning cock forever imprinted on his mind.
James with his cock on public view because it wouldn’t go back in his pants because it was that over full to totally stretched upright erect: the true hard on. He stumbled speedily with Kendall; her clutch purse still open and two twenty dollars note improperly and hurriedly stuffed back in it ended up drifting on the light breeze down the road.
A young woman walking her dog down the opposite pavement got the eyeful of her twenty years and realised her own boyfriend wasn’t in this cock league. She kept staring; as her dog strained on its leash. Wow.
James pressed the key pad and they were in. He shut the door with his foot and in the same instance swept petite Kendall into his arms. Her clutch purse dropped to the floor. Her heels splayed. He intended to carry her up the stairs to his king-size bed. James was impressed with his own penis will power, not to root her senseless on the tiles; his strength as a professional rugby player to carry her; he already knew his potency.
Kendall however, grabbed the bottom of the banister rail and that halted James on the bottom stair.
Fuck knows how the lithe five foot two seemingly contortionist Miss got her legs wrapped around his neck and her mouth over his exposed pecker but suddenly the bottom stair seemed fine for sex. James cock was in heaven: well a cute femmouth paradise. He had sort of anticipated the moment but it was already way better. It was sucking to define sucking. She was a frigging vacuuming sucking and god she was good. He struggled in the pleasure rapture to hold his balance. He was trembling with cock comforting contentment.
James flipped her down. He had to see her technique in action. Kendall dropped his dacks and boxers and took his quality meat package in her hands while nibbling on his nut sac, giving the silky tense tease. She was gobbling his head while looking up with her eyes. It was the sexiest of head job interactions for James; seeing a woman’s eyes gaze up at him whilst her mouth did its deliberate defining shaping job. He imbibed the full pleasure of her cock work ethic and the gratification of seeing a woman gorging herself on his pecker.
Kendall’s blue eyes were full of the wonder of cock. Her mouth was full of the flavor of cock. Her mind was full of the savoring sensual moment of a corker cock. Her hand was occupied with the shaft. Her mouth was working the head. Eyes shut, then open. Intense concentration, then no concentration, just bodies flowing together. Pleasure held in one spot, then pleasure released through mind and body. Kendall was spirited, caught fully in the enjoyment of providing enjoyment and readying this hard happiness rod for her own immediate pussy use.
James though had to taste her. Her dress was off, her cute matching black panties and bra discarded too. She was on the second step and James was still on the first; the perfect position for kneeling into her wide open raised legs. One held higher and twisted to the banister rail; the other pressed to the feature wooden wall. But the true feature on display was her pussy; inviting as only a fully shaved wet spread lippy coochie can be. It defined pink; it was so puffy. Her lipettes were tackily glued to her mound under the weight of her own seeping moisture. James tongue hit her delight front and centre with all the force of a scrum push. The taste was salivary squelchy sweet.
Kendall was quickly panting because James was licking in a rush to meet her frictional pushing need. There were regular ‘mmm’s’ and ‘ahs’ of womanly delight as her secret flesh was captured by his flashing tongue. He put two fingers into her and was moving them in and out briskly as he flicked her clit. She squealed and quivered in fem-delight. One of her hands gripped the stair rail, the other coursing, tousling his hair. Kendall came intensely, vehemently and enthusiastically but instantly sought more; she was exuding protracted heat.
She guided James under her a few stairs up. Kendall was now on top of James; but facing away. She held her body above him for a moment, balancing on his thighs with her legs positioned down the stairs. She gripped the banister with one hand and then pushing off her toes; she rode her man; rode his pecker hard, rode his meat ball deep and occasionally teased the tip of his cock head before plunging down, then dragging her enveloping tightness up, over and over again. Then Kendall arched back into his chest and let James thrust happily into her, letting James pump frantically for a minute with machine gun tempo. God it felt mutually blissful. Pussy chock-full. Cock drilling filling.
A couple more stairs and Kendall was facing her man. This allowed swift expressive kissing and robust breast fondling. Her hands then locked around James’s neck and his hands were pushing her butt up and indenting her taut petite cheeks as their genitals were now glued together in fantastic fevered friction. Kendall was so lubricated the bond of two was perfect; it was a compulsive duo of pace, passion and preoccupation.
Kendall eased her knees onto James thighs, increasing the tightness of traction. Her clit trying to burrow into his pubic bone. She wriggled her arse and clenched her pussy muscles in ardent womanly joy.
She had to taste herself his glistening manly meat. She was engrossed in the mixed viscosity of two. The fire and the lust in her eyes matched by the intensity coursing through the pecker in her mouth. James was momentarily lost in the power this woman’s mouth had over his cock.
James realised only super deep could match Kendall’s zeal for his cock. He had her missionary spread near the top of the stairs. God she was spread. God she was open. God she was in the instance too carnal. But his dick was raging. He held her legs up but slightly together and went in so goddamn deep it could only be called obscenely deep. It was lust deep, it was fem-screaming deep, and it was cavernous canyon deep. It was g-spot hunting deep. Kendall thought she would fucking split open and in the pleasure surge that was frickin acceptable.
Their tangle of bodies made it to the landing somehow. Kendall held the top of the balustrade with both hands. One leg up on it because she needed the dogging finale. Her exposed lippy coochie joined with cock. Naturally fem-creamy gelled for action: pure need, pure bodily greed and the urgency of coupled speed. Wow was she loud. Her delicate petite frame belied by her foul mouthed pleasure: “Oh fuck me…fuck me deeper…yeah…oh…my my…Oh God.” A tirade of filthy enjoyment. Complete womanly abandonment in absolute bodily happiness.
James was stoked, he was booty struck and petite pussy wrapped as he looked down at his cock doing its job. Boy was it doing its job and it was getting rewarded. He felt the pleasure expand along his cock, he heard the pleasure in Kendall’s smutty loud delight and the evidence was leaking down her thighs and was now in his ears, because between her ecstatic moans and groans was the sucking puck sound of trapped air and liquid in her cute cunny as he thrust with pricking precision so profoundly deep, sac deep. She was the ultimate stairway to heaven for a male.
How to top the untoppable? She was screaming in orgasmic delight and she came with shuddering quivering thighs. Her arse pushing into his pelvis. She had to grip the balustrade so as not to collapse on the landing. Kendall felt better than she ever had before in sex. Oh fuck; it was sensational as the tingly pleasure spasm held and held for her.
James’, as dudes will moved on, his finger was rimming and probing her cute tight starfish and it was amazing how she got her explosive sexual desire back almost simultaneously with the double digit probe; as he smeared her slutty juices into her own arsehole. Kendall was moaning more deeply than before, deep mmm’s of fem-pleasure, already craving forbidden delight.
Kendall was leaning over the balustrade, her body in free fall as the delicious tight moment came. His fat cock rimming and then penetrating her yielding yet unyielding hole. Her feisty anus in pecker rapture. James pumped her arse like there was no tomorrow, deep, dirty and slightly debasingly but Kendall ecstatically embraced it. The underlying slut in her fully let out.
Kendall was taken completely by her fastened and stretched arse being ravished; it was a quality welcome trespass, a sin of delight. The sensation surpassing her anal virgin experience as her butthole for an instance held her complete being in cock constricted consciousness and the snug compression had her teetering on new found heights of pleasure.
Oh shit life was so fucking good in moments like this: on a stairway, a staircase of bodily rapture, a series of steps that led to anal paradise.
James could feel his welling silky sac satisfaction craving its release in the secure sensual stringent constriction of her arse friction which held only one outcome; a monumental wad of cum ready for release.
Kendall had to feel the warmth of cock jizz in her mouth and at the top of the stairs, after a few brisk energetic abrupt deep throated sucks their reward was shared.
James’s cum jizzed over Kendall’s face; propelled with the force of male happiness in splashing spasmed splats across her extended tongue, where it slushed with her swelling saliva and her repeated ‘yum’s’, it sprinkled like fine lace dots across her flushed cheek and the overload of spare dong gravy aided by gravity went plummeting over her shoulder, through the banister railing, on a descending trajectory, where it ended its life as a smearing smudge on the ground floor tiles.
There was the sated erotic repose; the joint bodily clutching, the twofold embracing and the satisfaction combined in united bodily relaxation.
Surely the heat was out of these two feisty spunky over sexed adults.
Their close nakedness said otherwise. Intimate genital nearness rousing ardor again. The sexual heights had been anticipated on the dance floor and had been realised on a staircase; yet new carnal adventures were just a door and a bed away.
The playfulness was hitting them both; the fun kinky sex was about to begin as James piggy backed Kendall into his bedroom.
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