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“You still with the rug-muncher,” he said, putting his empty beer bottle down.
“If you mean Kirstie,” she replied. “Then yes.”
“Well, like I said Rox,” said Bumfelt. “It's been a long day. And as hot as you are, I'm not here for an angry I'm fucked off with my lesbian partner and what some dick fuck.”
“You think that's what this is?” replied Ballsakey. “Fuck you, Eddie.”
“Fuck me?”
“Yes. Fuck. You,” said Ballsakey. “You don't have to be a complete asshole.”
“I don't?” shrugged Bumfelt.
“No. You don't,” snapped Ballsakey, getting up from the chair, moving across the dining room. “This was a mistake.”
Bumfelt snatched hold of her arm and pulled her close.
“Get the fuck off me!” she spat angrily, pushing him away. Like a cool Romeo, Bumfelt made his move. Oh, she looked so fine.
He kissed her, mashing his lips against hers. She fought him- a little- not much- fuck all really. Her tongue found his. She pushed him away. Breathless. Her breasts heaved in the push up bra she wore. Cleavage showing in the satin blouse. Bumfelt nuzzled her neck- smelling her sweet perfume. He slipped one hand around her back, the other encircled her pert breast, thumb circling the nipple, making it erect. He pulled her to himself, pushing his groin against her ass.
“I said, get off me,” Ballsakey gasped, all hot breath and unchecked passion. “This was a mistake.”
“No it wasn't,” said Bumfelt, shrugging off his holstered weapon, dropping it onto a chair. “You came here for something. You came here for this.”
He bent down before her, pushed her black skirt up over her hips. Ran his fingers over her stockings. Placed them on her black satin panties and the warm mound beneath. He caressed her through the thin material. She responded, letting out a little gasp, pushing her vulva forwards.
“No,” she rasped.
“Yes,” stated Bumfelt, circling the pads of his fingers on her panties. In seconds she was wet. Roxanne always got wet when stroked through sheer material. It was one of her things.
“Yes,” she gasped, cupping her breasts in her own hands. She pulled the blouse apart and gently slipped her breasts from the black bra. “Fuck, yes.”
Bumfelt knelt before her, pushed her back against the table and slipped the black panties aside. He slipped a finger into her already wet slit. He fingered her clitoris and she responded again- pushing onto him with urgent arousal. Bumfelt placed his lips to her vulva and licked at her swollen lips with quick flicks of his tongue. She spread herself with one hand and pulled him by the hair so he could bury his tongue deeper inside her.
He spent some time down there. Licking, tasting, enjoying her. He picked her up by her ass cheeks and placed her on the table. He dragged her to the edge, putting her stocking legs over his shoulders while he continued his licking and lapping at her lips. She wrapped her legs around him, digging the heels of her shoes into the small of his back.
“I'm going to fuck your beautiful cunt,” gasped Bumfelt, standing, unbuckling his belt, dropping his pants and shorts. His hard member springing forth, pre-cum glistening on the swollen head.
“Do it then. Fuck my tight pussy,” hissed Roxanne, opening her legs, her wet lips an open invitation. “Fuck me, Eddie.”
He did. He fucked the shit out of her on the table. On a chair. Back on the table. Under the table. On a second chair and finally over the table. Roxanne gasped in delight. She had already cum once as Bumfelt pounded her pussy whilst she lay on the table, fingering her own clit and bringing herself to an orgasm.
Now Bumfelt had her face down on the table. Her tight ass in the air. Her legs spread as he drove into her from behind. His thrusts, violent and angry. His cock driving deeper into her tightness, his balls slapping against her as he sought his own hot release.
“Cum for me, Eddie,” Roxanne rasped, pushing her ass back to meet his forward thrusts. “Fucking cum on me. Do me. Do me.”
He did.
“Almost,” he gasped. “Almost there.”
“Cum for me. Cum for me, baby,” she rasped. “Cum for Roxy.”
Bumfelt exploded inside her. Hot streaks of cum pulsating into her hotness. As he came she clamped his cock with her inner muscles. It pulsed inside her again and again, shooting more hot cum into her.
“Fuck. Fuck,” gasped Bumfelt. “Oh my god. More. There's more.”
“Oh, baby,” rasped Roxanne.
Bumfelt's legs felt like jelly. The room swayed such was the magnitude of his orgasm. He pulled his hips back. His cock slipped from her with a soft popping sound. It spurted again. His cum streaking her lips and trickling down her inner thighs. White cum on her black stockings.
Roxanne turned around, slipped her tits back into her bra and straightened her skirt. They kissed. Perhaps it wouldn't end badly.
“I wanted that,” smiled Roxanne, taking Bumfelt by the hand as he struggled to pull up his pants. “We're going to shower and then you're going to fuck me again.”
“I am,” gasped Bumfelt.
“All night long, baby,” smiled Roxanne. “All night long.”
“If you mean Kirstie,” she replied. “Then yes.”
“Well, like I said Rox,” said Bumfelt. “It's been a long day. And as hot as you are, I'm not here for an angry I'm fucked off with my lesbian partner and what some dick fuck.”
“You think that's what this is?” replied Ballsakey. “Fuck you, Eddie.”
“Fuck me?”
“Yes. Fuck. You,” said Ballsakey. “You don't have to be a complete asshole.”
“I don't?” shrugged Bumfelt.
“No. You don't,” snapped Ballsakey, getting up from the chair, moving across the dining room. “This was a mistake.”
Bumfelt snatched hold of her arm and pulled her close.
“Get the fuck off me!” she spat angrily, pushing him away. Like a cool Romeo, Bumfelt made his move. Oh, she looked so fine.
He kissed her, mashing his lips against hers. She fought him- a little- not much- fuck all really. Her tongue found his. She pushed him away. Breathless. Her breasts heaved in the push up bra she wore. Cleavage showing in the satin blouse. Bumfelt nuzzled her neck- smelling her sweet perfume. He slipped one hand around her back, the other encircled her pert breast, thumb circling the nipple, making it erect. He pulled her to himself, pushing his groin against her ass.
“I said, get off me,” Ballsakey gasped, all hot breath and unchecked passion. “This was a mistake.”
“No it wasn't,” said Bumfelt, shrugging off his holstered weapon, dropping it onto a chair. “You came here for something. You came here for this.”
He bent down before her, pushed her black skirt up over her hips. Ran his fingers over her stockings. Placed them on her black satin panties and the warm mound beneath. He caressed her through the thin material. She responded, letting out a little gasp, pushing her vulva forwards.
“No,” she rasped.
“Yes,” stated Bumfelt, circling the pads of his fingers on her panties. In seconds she was wet. Roxanne always got wet when stroked through sheer material. It was one of her things.
“Yes,” she gasped, cupping her breasts in her own hands. She pulled the blouse apart and gently slipped her breasts from the black bra. “Fuck, yes.”
Bumfelt knelt before her, pushed her back against the table and slipped the black panties aside. He slipped a finger into her already wet slit. He fingered her clitoris and she responded again- pushing onto him with urgent arousal. Bumfelt placed his lips to her vulva and licked at her swollen lips with quick flicks of his tongue. She spread herself with one hand and pulled him by the hair so he could bury his tongue deeper inside her.
He spent some time down there. Licking, tasting, enjoying her. He picked her up by her ass cheeks and placed her on the table. He dragged her to the edge, putting her stocking legs over his shoulders while he continued his licking and lapping at her lips. She wrapped her legs around him, digging the heels of her shoes into the small of his back.
“I'm going to fuck your beautiful cunt,” gasped Bumfelt, standing, unbuckling his belt, dropping his pants and shorts. His hard member springing forth, pre-cum glistening on the swollen head.
“Do it then. Fuck my tight pussy,” hissed Roxanne, opening her legs, her wet lips an open invitation. “Fuck me, Eddie.”
He did. He fucked the shit out of her on the table. On a chair. Back on the table. Under the table. On a second chair and finally over the table. Roxanne gasped in delight. She had already cum once as Bumfelt pounded her pussy whilst she lay on the table, fingering her own clit and bringing herself to an orgasm.
Now Bumfelt had her face down on the table. Her tight ass in the air. Her legs spread as he drove into her from behind. His thrusts, violent and angry. His cock driving deeper into her tightness, his balls slapping against her as he sought his own hot release.
“Cum for me, Eddie,” Roxanne rasped, pushing her ass back to meet his forward thrusts. “Fucking cum on me. Do me. Do me.”
He did.
“Almost,” he gasped. “Almost there.”
“Cum for me. Cum for me, baby,” she rasped. “Cum for Roxy.”
Bumfelt exploded inside her. Hot streaks of cum pulsating into her hotness. As he came she clamped his cock with her inner muscles. It pulsed inside her again and again, shooting more hot cum into her.
“Fuck. Fuck,” gasped Bumfelt. “Oh my god. More. There's more.”
“Oh, baby,” rasped Roxanne.
Bumfelt's legs felt like jelly. The room swayed such was the magnitude of his orgasm. He pulled his hips back. His cock slipped from her with a soft popping sound. It spurted again. His cum streaking her lips and trickling down her inner thighs. White cum on her black stockings.
Roxanne turned around, slipped her tits back into her bra and straightened her skirt. They kissed. Perhaps it wouldn't end badly.
“I wanted that,” smiled Roxanne, taking Bumfelt by the hand as he struggled to pull up his pants. “We're going to shower and then you're going to fuck me again.”
“I am,” gasped Bumfelt.
“All night long, baby,” smiled Roxanne. “All night long.”
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