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Arriving exactly 10 minutes after the discussed time, Sandra walked into the high traffic restaurant. The hostess was searched her list to find the corresponding table.
“So you’re the lucky girl.” She said as she found the table.
“What do you mean?” She wondered.
The hostess smiled, nearly laughing.
“All the waitresses have been eyeing your date. Hoping that you would stand him up.” The envy pumped Sandra’s heart.
“Maybe we’ll bring one of yous to join us.” She said, clearly hitting the hostess off guard. Even with her tanned face Sandra could see the red in her cheeks. She quickly put on her “working in the public” smile,
“Right this way.” She said in her cheeky voice.
Sandra had her eyes wander to the restaurant, taking notice of the busser stations, the kitchen, the bathroom, the main entrance. She could feel the heat radiate from her thighs as she saw that nothing would be near them, that they would be alone.
“Here you go ma’am.”
Sandra could see her cutting a glance towards Mason. She winked at the tanned girl before returning to her post. Sandra slid into her seat across her handsome looking date. His green eyes matched her’s only his were lighter. He combed his short black hair back and his face had a short, sexy stubble to it. He smiled as they looked at each other,
“Hey,” he said. She responded in kind.
“Sorry I was a bit late, didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” She curved her lips to a smile. “So what’s good to eat?”

The dinner had left them feeling satisfied. Luckily the food was more to satisfy the mouth, not the stomach. Neither of them felt full, leaving the night to be open for any kind of strenuous activities. Their table had been cleaned and they were brought a dessert menu.
“Do you see anything you like?” Mason asked from behind the list of sweets.
Her mind had been going off in raunchy ideas. She wasn’t even hungry to begin with. There was another hunger to her.
“I’ve had my eye on something.” She said, grinning to herself.
She slid out of her seat, making her way around the table. She stood beside her date,
“Scoot over.” She demanded.
Mason, despite being confused, complied to her command.
“What are you doing?” She slid in, making herself get comfortable beside him.
“It got lonely over there.” Her voice was a mimic of something cute and innocent.
She was far from those young qualities. She lowered her head, looking at his pants, biting her lip. Mason could feel the beating in his chest. Sandra felt a heat rise. Her eyes looked up, meeting his in a silent gaze.
“You offered me dessert,” She reminded.
Her date nervously chuckled, unsure of what to do.
“We’re, kinda in public Sandra.” He said, looking over the booth to see himself how isolated they are.
“Your point?” She said.
Without giving him a chance to respond she darted for his pants. Quickly she found the zipper.
“This is crazy,” he panted, “We’re going to get caught.”
She had pulled him out by now. The panic must be keeping him from getting hard, but even soft he was big, a good 5, 5 and a half inches at least. She held him at the base of his dick, letting the tip rest on the side of her chin, almost on the corner of her mouth.
“I’m not hearing you say no.” She said coyfully.
She looked up at him with “innocent” eyes and stuck out bottom lip. She kept rubbing the head against her skin. He looked down at her. The way she looked so kind and playful and young. They were only 22 and still she handled him physically, mentally and emotionally like an aged sex goddess. She started rubbing him against her lip. Drops of pre-cum leaked from his cock. Like lipstick she ran the liquid around her lips, enticing him deeper. Mason was breathing hard already, unable to decide what to do. Below him, Sandra kept slowly playing with him. She slowly pulled back on the skin, exposing more of his sensitive head. Crossing into temptation, she stuck out her tongue and gave the underside of the tip a long warm lick. He shuddered besides her, cursing under his breath.
“Uh fuck yeah go, do it.” He allowed.
She pulled back the skin more, with her pursed lips she took in the very tip of him, still moving as slow as ever, enjoying his ever twitch. Inside her mouth her hot tongue flicked over his small hole, sucking lightly. More pre-cum oozed in her mouth and happily she swallowed it. Her hand began to jerk him, gripping him tight and starting the routine of dragging the skin up and down. Mason tried to cover the sounds of his moans. She knew that this was still a tease and that he was aware of that too. His cock started to get harder. Slowly she stuffed her mouth with his semi-hard dick. When he looked down he saw that his penis had disappeared into her mouth, her lips were against his pants and still her tongue wandered out of her mouth and into his pants, licking the skin of his balls. Moaned as he twitched inside of her, feeling it bulge against her tongue. He was getting harder, filling her mouth more and more. The need to gag was never an issue with her, even now as his hardening cock pressed against the back of her throat. Retracting her tongue and shutting her lips tightly around him, she sucked hard while lifting her head.
“Holy fuck, we’re going to get caught.” He gasped.
She smiled and felt him slide out of her neck. The tip left her mouth, her lips pursed as she sucked him completely until he was out. The waitress was nowhere to be found, reliving Mason to focus more on the moment. Sandra looked to the stiffened cock in her hand. She gasped under her breathe as he grew tremendously, having a good 8 inches outside of his pants at least another inch or two inside his pants. Her legs trembled as she imagined all of him thrusting into her tight pussy. Shivers went down his back as he felt her warm breath against the length of her shaft. Her eyes shot up, looking into his. Through her smile she licked her way up his cock. At the stop her mouth enveloped the tip, never breaking eye contact. Their gazes still locked even as she continued to deepthroat him in the booth of some resturant. He knew that she was still smiling. She smiled when most girls would be gagging.
“Are you guys- Oh my god.”
Their gaze broke. Mason turned white, looking the waitress who’s skin was the same shade of shock.
“Uh, I- uh.” He managed, moaning softly.
Sandra continued to slide her luscious lips up and down his tasty cock. Her moans and suckling noise filled the silence. She looked up at him, seeing him frozen in his fear. His eyes darted back and forth between the ladies. Sandra laughed, removing her mouth but not her hand. She jerked him off as she turned her head.
“Hi there,” Her slim fingers held him tight, rubbing the part under his head with her thumb.
“We’ll take the check now.” She said to the waitress who could no longer move.
Sandra gave her a wink and returned to her dessert. The first inches of his dick were pressed against her face. She loved the feeling of the moist skin against her. She shuddered. The receding step of the waitress haven’t been heard yet. Again she turned her head to see the frozen woman.
“Would you like a turn?” Sandra asked, quite sincerely too.
“What? N-no,” She spattered.
“Not that I think you aren’t attracted sir I just… I’ll go and get your check.” She said, backing away slowly, still unable to turn away.
“Sucks for you,” Sandra said, her hand gliding against his shaft.
“I really wanted to make out with her with your cock between us. She has those kind of lips.” Mason stared at her, unable to form words. She sat up right, moving her body close to his. “That just happened.” Mason uttered, returning to reality.
Her chin rested on his shoulder, looking at him, keeping the rhythm of her strokes.
“It sure did.” She said, completely unfazed by the accident.
“Did you take a cab here?” She wondered.
“What?” He asked, turning his face towards her.
“Did you drive here or did you take a cab.”
“Cab. Why?” She kissed him, prodding his mouth with her tongue.
He was broken of his trance. Returning the kiss, Mason moved on from the incident, remembering the pleasure he was given. Sandra smiled, biting her lip as she moved towards his ear.
“Because I really want your cum.”

The cab driver said that it would be a 20 minute ride. Mason confirmed this, saying it was the same time getting there. It was so smooth how she acted. The way she walked out knowing that everyone on the staff knew. She just smiled along like nothing. She grabbed him the instant they settled down in the cab. He was still as hard as she left him back in the booth. She undid his pants and fished him out all while he told the cab driver the directions. The cab driver didn’t seem to mind, saying nothing of what happening. He just turned up the music slightly and hummed away. Sandra too was humming, bobbing her head in long strokes, working his cock to the sluttest degree. Mason held her by the hair, helping her reach the deepest she could, burying her face against his pants. God she wished she could play his his balls. Suck on the, take them both in her mouth and let her tongue run wild among them. She had a thirst for his cum. Leaving the restaurant, hailing a cab, teasing him subtly, all that allowed his balls to build, setting her up to get a massive load like she desired. Both her hand and mouth moved together in unison, her wrist twisting as she dragged the skin upward with her mouth sucking on the tip, and then Mason’s hand would press down on her head. Sometimes she would just stay at the top suck the tip, waiting for him to shove her down and feel her throat grip around his shaft. Sandra was titillated, like a fire was lit up her legs. Her legs were spread open. Her hand slid under the soaking panties, dripping with her juices. She rapidly rubbed her clit, intensifying the moment. No shame was had in that cab that day. Sandra moan loudly with the her head on Mason’s lap, a giant cock against her lips, her own fingers bringing her pleasurable sensations. Mason grew closer to his climax, his sounds telling her of the soon to be truth. She jerked him ferociously, sucking hard, moaning louder. ‘I need it,’ she thought. Kneeling up, she went to kiss him. The focus on his cock never went away, her speed and grip never fell. Their tongues danced with another, exploring each others mouths and feeling one another moan. Sandra took Mason’s lower lip between her teeth, playfully giggling as she bit down. He winced through his smile and no doubtedly enjoyed it more than he should have.
“Cum for me,” She gasped, “Give it to me, all of it. I want it.”
Her words were breathless but true. Mason could see the crave in her eyes. It was one thing to have a woman not mind cum, but to have one beg for it was completely different and beyond thrilling. She squeezed tighter around his cock, pumping it as fast as she could. He started to feel it, the tension rising in his body, his calf muscles flexing, the toe curling signal that he was about to explode.
“Cum,” He managed between the kissing,
“I’m gonna cum.” Instantly, Sandra dove to cover his cock with her wet, warm awaiting mouth.
Mason felt his body become tight all over, he felt his ball surging until the moment snapped. He shoved her down on dick with no warning and released his load into her throat. Rope after rope, surge after surge, his body suddenly became loose, winding down after shocking itself in ecstatic ecstasy. He flooded her mouth entirely, leaving him in his climax longer than usually. Down in her throat his cock twitched, grinding against her mouth, pleasing him all the more so. Sandra kept her mouth shut closed around his cock, not allowing a drop to be wasted. She let the substance stain the back of her throat, having it travel down her stomach itself, moaning loudly as it happened. Not all of his sweet deliciously warm cum was shot into her stomach, she scavenged him, sucking him still and jerking him tightly to squeeze every last bit out of him. Small glops protruded from his cockhead, collected into her mouth with her tongue. Mason was struggling to stay conscious, her mouth continued to suck him. The sensation was becoming too much for him and he wanted to scream. It felt too good for him, yet he was not about to ask her to stop. Sandra had finished sucking him dry, gathering the splatters of cum around the back of her mouth and swirled them. She looked up to Mason, smiling, and then proceed to swallow the remaining cum as he watched. He grinned while he gasped for air, his body completely drained. Sandra felt like electricity, wanting to suck the next load from his gorgeous cock right now but she knew better. His load temporarily satisfied her desire. It was so much cum for her, yet she wanted countless loads more from him, same as the one he just gave her. He didn’t allow her to savor the delicious and salty taste of his cum, though something about her shoving her down, letting him cum down the middle of her throat gave her pussy a tingle.
“Yummy.” She said, her green eyes wide and animalistic.
“Call me when you have another load for me.” She said, almost demanded in that suave, constant seductive voice of hers.
The cab had to a halt then. Mason gave a small laugh, not believing the turn of events of that day. He stuffed himself back into his pants and suddenly he was decent for the public.
“Definitely,” He said, “Most definitely.”
He gave her his smile and proceeded to leave. She sank into the leather seat, on her way down from her high of pleasure, slowly stroking her pussy, already impatiently awaiting his call.
“Where to now miss?” The cab driver asked.
She told them the address,
“I don’t suppose you would like me to come up there and suck the cum from your cock?” She wondered, half serious half bored.
The cab driver laughed, holding his hand up. “Married, sorry.” How honorable, yet disappointing.
“Goddamn it.” She whispered, sinking deeper into her seat.
Softly she drifted away, still stroking her drenched pussy until her cab came to its final halt, leaving her to wait for the next opportunity of lust

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It had only been a few days since Mason. His rod and load left Sandra to think of it as she rode a pocket rocket to bliss at night. He had sent her a message,
*Hey, I was thinking dinner again, Thursday, 7PM?* She laughed to herself while reading it. There’s no way he wanted dinner.
*My house, Thursday 5PM. You’re fooling no one with dinner.* She sent, straightforwardly. She knew what she wanted, and it wasn’t dinner. Her phone went off moments later.
*I thought that would be crude.* Again she laughed,
*I like crude. You can come, but I want to try something.* She sent. Sandra thought of Mason as the perfect person to help her delve into something she had been wanting to do. Hopefully she hadn’t scared him off. Again, her phone rang.
*What is it??* Should she tell him? If she did he could not want it and lose such a lovely cum harboring package.
*It’s a surprise. You could always say no. If you do say no, just remember that I don’t ;)* Ugh, why did it have to be Thursday, why not tonight. It felt like forever since she’s been royally fucked. Mason’s cock could do just that, she thought. Her phone interrupted the thought of things to come.
*Where??* She smiled, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to resist her, enough to the point where he was likely to agree to what she had planned.

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Mason didn’t know exactly what he was feeling. He sat in his car, burning the time out. He was early, and nervous, and excited. His stomach felt all knotty, his heart blasted in his chest, his half hard dick throbbed. It didn’t help that she left things mysteriously. She did say he was allowed to say no, but he felt as if he did she wouldn’t be into it like last time. Well last time she didn’t really care when a waitress walked in on her deepthroating him. Maybe that’s what she wanted to do. Maybe she wanted to go to a bar or club and have him fuck her in some corner. Mason thought that to himself and wondered if he was up for the challenge of doing so. She just had to be so amazing with that mouth of hers. Mason pulled out his flask, took a big breath and proceeded to drink. The sting of the warm liquor followed him down to his stomach, leaving it to dissolve into his blood. Nothing changed in the tempo of his heart, and his mind was barely lifted from its worry, though it gave courage to his legs. He quickly popped a mint in his mouth and exited out of his car. Sandra was inside, putting her daily tasks aside to make time for her date. She waited, dressed casually, not wanting to give anything away. She wore loose fitted joggers and a guy’s band T. Effortlessly she surfed the channels, never giving her attention to what flipped on, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before Mason arrives. Her attention snapped to the door when a knock sounded off. She shut the tv and trotted along to answer the call. She turned the unlocked the door and saw it was Mason. He wore a plaid shirt buttoned up to the second to last button, exposing his collarbone. She looked down to see his jeans that was the right amount of tight, letting her see the outline of his penis. She bit her lip, feeling the wetness spread. She grabbed him by the midsection of his shirt and pulled him inside. Before the door could shut she was already on his lips, her hands planted on his face, locking them together. Her feet started to move. Mason, who couldn’t break the kiss, followed her, nearly tripping every step of the way. They were in the living room now. Sandra explored the recently visited region of his mouth, grinding against his tongue and allowing him to do the same. They had finally arrived to where she wanted them to be. As they stood in front of the couch her hands lowered themselves down to his chest. One push later and he was sitting. She straddled him before he could do anything. With each of her legs spread out to either side she wondered if she could feel him. She lowered herself as much as she could, moving her hips against him. Slightly, only slightly could she feel his dick against her and it nearly drove wild. She remembered what it was she wanted to do. Behind her back, tucked away into her waistline was a blindfold. Her hands crept around her and retrieve the cloth.
“So that thing I wanted,” She spoke her lips never leaving his.
Mason pulled away, looking at her with curiosity.
“What is it?” Trying to hide the fear of the unknown.
Between them she held the blindfold, taking his gaze away from her and onto her hands. Mason thought about it, who was it that she wanted to be blindfolded?

Everything had been going to Sandra’s plan. She knew from the start, knowing he would not resist the kiss, dragging him to the couch, putting him and keeping him there until she proposed her idea. She even managed to sneak a feel of him before the real fun began. Mason laid on the bed. His senses would have to do without sight. Which is a real shame considering he’s never seen her fully naked. Either way he agreed to it, even to be tied up by each of his hands and feet. If only he knew where she went. ‘To change,’ he remembered her saying when she left. That was an hour ago. If she went to change maybe the blindfold would come off, hoped Mason. Sandra was standing in the corner of the room. She saw all his little twitches, the way his leg shook in anticipation. The only thing he wore was his boxers. Even though It didn’t fit him tight the outline of his penis was very defined and thick. How long would she wait. It only took a few minutes to get all dolled up. It was for herself more than him, she wanted to feel the part. And she did, looking like those seen in magazines, a black corset with a red bust, lace black underwear and matching stockings. This whole time, practically, she has been watching him wither. above her panties and bust she touched herself, enjoying that freedom she had over him. Yet it grew tiresome, she would have to challenge herself not to throw herself into the simple pleasures of sex. Slow was the way to go. And slow she went. Carefully she traveled to the bed. Up close she could see the hairs standing on their ends. As softly as she could, she laid down her index finger against his ankle. The sudden touch made him gasp a little under his breath. A smile made its way to his face. She ran her finger up the length of his legs until she was now in contact with his boxers. He was thrashing a little under the restraints. He craved her touch, only more of it. Waiting was not exactly his strong suit, obviously. Sandra slipped her finger into his boxers, deciding to throw this big ol’ dog a bone. Up and down his hardening shaft she ran her finger. Tiny moans slipped through the cracks of his lips. Her very own desires wanted to rip that monster out of those tease of underclothing and take all of him in her mouth in a single gulp. As hard as it was she fought the urge. Mason was enjoying her touch, a little too much thought Sandra. She quickly whipped her hand out and scratched his inner thigh, leaving a red trail of abused skin. He gasped again, not expecting to be met with pain.
“Don’t get too smug baby.” She said in a voice so soft and enticing.
Mason almost moaned at the sound of her. Once more she laid down her hand. Her palm was flat against his stomach. She sat down next to him, careful to not have her body touch his. Up and up his torso she dragged her hand. She stopped at his collarbone. Her fingers were spread and Mason wondered if she was planning on choking him. A part of him, a rather large part, wanted her to. Inching her way upwards, her hand finally laid on his jaw. Leaning into him she squeezed his cheeks, causing his mouth to open. It has been too long since she’s felt those velvet lips of his. Granted it had been a little over an hour but she has been soaking her lacey panties since then. Instead of diving into his lips with hers, Sandra decided to rub his lips with her thumb. He followed the movement of her touch, even kissing her thumb as she pulled away. Smiling, of course, he controlled his desire, trying his best to lay still. It was noticeable to see him be so smug, that deep down inside he’s smiling a much bigger smile, all while there’s a fire in her stomach that can only be put out by feeling him shoot his warm cum into her. ‘That’s it, he’s being smug,’ She decided, and that is grounds for physical retribution. She hovered over him, her face just centimeters away from his. Her hair fell all around them, she could see him trying to smell her, fueling the intensity even more. Again her hand gripped his face. This time she took his bottom lip and bit down on it, hard. He moaned and groaned at the same time, enjoying the pain. She moaned at the force, of how she’s marking him as hers. HIs lip slipped from her grip, the mark of her perfect white teeth was embedded into his lower lip. She smiled to herself, thriving off of the brutal biting she gave. She wanted to devour him again, the urge screaming even harder this time, wanting him until the sun rises. Which had her thinking, ‘I never said when I’d let him go. I could keep him here for as long as I wanted, to use him whenever.’ A new thrill and wave of pleasure washed over her. ‘My little boy toy. Should I tell him. I wonder what face he would make, would he struggle to leave? Will he get turned on at the thought?’ She ran her hand up from his hip back to his face. She forced him to face the other way. His neck was completely exposed to him. ‘What to do?’ She thought. The desire to lick him came, along with biting and kissing him. It wasn’t much of a choice in doing either which one, but a choice in which one to do first, and how much of his skin did she want to bruise. She darted her face into his neck, the tip of her nose bent at his skin. She smelled him, having the aroma entice her, excite her more and more. Through her teeth she breathed shakily. Kissing would be first, planting her lips at the top of his neck, below the ear. She went about it softly, trying to tease him even though her lips were pressed against him. Both of them wanted her lips to be pressed somewhere else. KIsses after kisses she made her way down to the base of his neck, that’s where she took him inside her mouth and bit down again, harder than before. He ached in pain, his body trying to run away but can’t, he laid there having to take her vicious mauling. Over and over again she bit down on him, working up and down his sore neck. The whole right side of him was red, purple bruises littered his neck. She giggled at the sight of it, turning Mason on with her sounds. She licked him all over the sensitive skin. The tip of her tongue flicked against his ear lobe, moaning into his ear when she was done. He could feel her breath run down his body, she stayed there, softly moaning at the growing wetness between her legs.
“You know, I never said when I was going to let you go.” She giggled again,
“W-what do you mean?” He asked, panicked.
“It means that If I want your cock for hours on end, I’ll get what I want and fuck you for hours on end.”
Mason couldn’t see the wicked smile that was on her face. Sandra on the other hand could see the expressions change on his face, first worried, than excited.
“Oh,” Her hand found his nipple, she pinched it while whispering into his ear, “these sick and twisted desires of mine. Just think of all the fun we’ll have together, with no one to stop me.”
She released him from her grip. “I’m starting to think that this was more for you to have fun than for me.” Mason said, even though he was told not to speak unless allowed.
Sandra quickly lunged back towards his neck, biting him aggressively on his battered skin. The pressure she put into the bite was enough to make him hold his breath, waiting for the pain to be over. He gasped for air as she released him, yet again she dove back down and took more into her mouth. A small scream slipped through his lips, shooting ecstasy through her small and curvy body. She hated this patient thing, but she loved the power it gave her, it was a rush being the boss, the mistress in which he has to listen to and obey. She reeled back her attack, lifting her hand to caress the wounded skin. Then she slapped him on his stinging skin, leaving it to throb with every heartbeat. The pain and pleasure riddled his body, the feeling emanating from above his shoulder to down his chest. He was left breathless on the sheets, collecting himself for what’s to come. Never did he think pain would be so lovely, nor that this feeling would come from a woman so small and innocent looking. She was far from it. Bringing him all that pain and pleasure must of set something off in her. Down his chest she found new places to mark him. The pain was so vivid for him, like he could feel each of her teeth become embedded into his skin. Both of them loved it. Mason had never done anything like this before. He questioned why he never had. Sandra loved kissing him, biting on his skin like a dog and its toy. She loved seeing the masculine man succumb to a tiny woman’s lust. This had surpassed physical. Sandra was satisfied deep in her mind, not knowing she could feel such a thing. To think she was nervous about doing this, something she too has never done before. She looked at him, wondering where else can she have her fun. His torso looked like it lost a fight to a pitching machine, his neck just screams ‘I’m owned.’ Focus was put on his midsection, or better yet just below it. “I hope these aren’t your favorite.” She said.
WIth a strong yank and pull with both hands, the fabric of his boxers was ripped open, leaving him bare in front of her. She giggled, letting a small moan afterwards, as she bestowed her eyes on his engorged cock. Slowly she stroked it, running her hands up and down his shaft. Electricity flowed through both their veins, amplifying the sensation of her touching him. Deciding that she might have gone overboard with the biting, she thought that she would reward him for being a good chew toy. SHe gripped the base of his cock, feeling how hard he was, like a rock. Closer she leaned towards him, her warm breath on his penis, making him thrust as much as he could upwards, he still couldn’t reach her mouth.
“Someone want it bad doesn’t he?” She said in that innocent tone.
“Are you going to tell me how bad you want to feel my throat against this big hard cock of yours?”
She turned her head to see him wither in such anticipation that it seemed internally painful. “Bad, really bad.” He answered.
Sandra smiled to herself, happy to hear him beg. Back to his dick her head went. She lowered herself and licked him just under the tip and left a narrow wet streak along his shaft. Mason moaned with satisfaction, waiting the whole time he was there to feel her mouth again. Despite how sexy she looked, Sandra thought that she should be more comfortable. Standing up, leaving Mason to groan at the fact she stopped, she undid her corset, stripping herself of all clothing.
“It’s a real shame you didn’t get to see me.” Her voice itself was a tease.
Mason knew how sexy her body was, it did upset him that he didn’t get to see her all dressed up for this moment.
“Now, what was it that I was doing?” She asked, fully aware of what she was doing.
One hand slid down her body, feeling the slimness of her shape. Finally she worked her way down to her pussy. The amount of wetness surprised her. She barely brushed against her clit and already her fingertips were coated in her juices.
“Taste the fruits of your labor.” She commanded.
And so she raised her hand up to his lips, tracing them before he took them into his mouth and eagerly sucked them. He moaned at the taste of her, savoring every bit of it. The feeling of his tongue working her fingers made her think of how else he could apply himself. Enough was had, she removed her fingers from his mouth, leaving him wanting more. With those same fingers she traced her lips, slightly sucking on the tips. Suddenly she was reminded of what she was doing before she disrobed, her mouth watered. Without warning she climbed on top of Mason, her ass to his face. The sudden skin contact sent shivers down his spine, loving the feeling of her on his body. With her pussy so wet she was making a mess all over his chest, smearing him in her juices. She loved grinding her hips against him, spreading herself everywhere. One of her hands found itself in front of her tight cunt. She rubbed herself with her palm, coating her hand as much as possible. When satisfied she used the same hand to grip his hard cock. The wetness sent a moan through his body, and allowing her to effortlessly slide her hand up and down. Her spare hand went to work on her clit, rubbing it slowly for she didn’t want to cum just yet.
“I hope you don’t mind the mess. I’m just a filthy, dirty girl aren’t I?” She moaned.
Her head dipped down, her lips against the tip of his throbbing cock. She allowed the tip to enter her hungry mouth, sucking tightly against his sensitive cockhead.
“Aren’t I?” She asked as she lapped away at his cock.
Every lick caused him to spasm in pleasure,
“Y-yes you are.” He answered between gasps.
Finally they both got what they had been craving. She finally had her hands and mouth wrapped around his 10 inch gorgeous cock. There was none hiding, being completely naked she was allowed every inch of his rod. Still she was taking it slow. Deep down she wanted to fuck her mouth senseless with this huge thing, it would turn her on even more if he was the one who fucked her throat rather than herself, but she happily traded getting pounded for power over everything. Mason was in heaven, the feeling of her tongue slowly make its way down his shaft and onto his balls was pure bliss. She tended to his balls, licking them, sucking them into her wet mouth, massaging them with her tongue while she had a mouthful of him. Rubbing her clit faster, she began to deepthroat his dick. At first she went sucked half of his cock in her mouth, moaning and letting the vibration run through his body. Sealing her lips around the harden shaft, she sucked as hard as she could, bringing her head back up, leaving the tip in her mouth while she flicked it with her talented tongue. “Your cock tastes so good.” She moaned, before taking another inch into her mouth.
The movement cause her hips to rub back and forth against his muscled chest. Wanting to feel his mouth on her, she reared herself back, inching her ass closer to his awaiting mouth. She stopped the instant she felt his chin against her smooth asscheek.
“How bad do you want to lick my tight ass and cunt huh big boy?” She wiggled her ass, always having him be reaching for her desperately.
“So bad.” He answered, sticking his tongue out in a futile attempt to touch her.
“Doesn’t sound like you want it bad enough.” She said, sliding forward.
“No I want it. Please, please give me your cunt to lick.” He begged, which caused her to press harder against her clit.
Her pussy was throbbing and in need of a hard pounding. But both of them would have to wait for that.
“Soon baby,” Mason groaned under his breathe as he felt her slide forward on his chest. ”First, you have to do something for me.” She informed.
Her hand had a steady speed working his cock, priming him for the pleasures to come. “What is it?” He asked, desperate to please and get the chance to taste her pussy with his eager tongue.
“First, you have to feed me that big load of cum of yours.”
Her hand shifted down and massaged his balls. His moans approved of her actions. Before he could answer she stuffed her wet and warm mouth with his cock. He was so deep into her, its curved perfectly into her throat. The hand that was on her pussy moved faster, getting off at the fact that she was having her throat fucked like she had been craving since the restaurant. Her other hand gave his balls a little squeeze before moving to her neck. The bulge of his dick was easily felt. She pressed her hand against her neck and began moving it up and down.
“Holy, f-fuck.” Mason gasped as he felt her slowly jerk him off while balls deep into her mouth.
While she didn’t have a gag reflex, she purposely gagged on him, pretending that his thick cock was choking her. The sound peaked the pleasure of everything she was doing. Ever so slowly she started to move her head upwards, leaving a mess of spit on the entirety of his penis. The crave for his cock was so bad that she rubbed her face against it, covering herself in her own spit. The dirtiness made her cunt clench, sadly his dick wasn’t in her for that.
“I’m making such a mess. If only you could see my face covered in spit from gagging on your thick cock. It’s almost too much for me to suck,” Again she dragged the tip of him all around her face, spit flowing every which way on her pretty face.
“Almost.”
An orgasm was building up inside of her. All this dirty, sloppy head was making her feel better than anticipated. Soon her breath was becoming hastily. She still hadn’t received the massive load of cum that she had been craving. It had come to the point where she was almost begging him for it. Both her hands worked faster, her fingers drenched in her juices while working away at her clit. The other hand was jerking the huge cock before her, slowly working it up to explode all over her mouth.
“You are going to cum for me. Don’t you wanna shoot that heavy load into my mouth, my watering mouth? Isn’t my deepthroating good enough for you?” She asked so innocently.
“It feels so good, I don’t want it to end.” Mason managed to say, breathlessly.
Instantly she swallowed the length of his cock, having him moan loudly into the sex filled air. “Oh God,” He whispered.
Sandra lifted her head up, having his dick plop out of her mouth. Her hand found her mouth, plastered in spit,
“I didn’t ask what you wanted,” She said harshly, rubbing her fingers all around her mouth, spreading the accumulated spit.
‘So dirty,’ her mind thought, ‘So goddamn dirty.’ Sliding down her chin and onto her chest, she began playing with her tits, coating her hard nipples in her saliva. This made her rub herself faster and faster. Her orgasm was coming fast and she wasn’t about to stop here. All of her attention was on herself now, grinding against Mason, rubbing her throbbing clit, squeezing her wet tits. Her climax was getting closer and closer. The moment had came just as she slid her pussy up his chest and on top of Mason’s lips. Without hesitation he began tonguing her, licking the length of her pussy with a strong tongue. She started to spasm, her toes curled, her hand stuck at the speed of which rubbed her clit. She had to prop herself up as the waves of intense pleasure struck her body, screaming as his tongue ran over her pussy, flicking her clit with just the tip of his tongue. Her cum started to gush out of her, covering Mason’s face in her delicious cum. Still he lapped away, swallowing whatever he could manage and still keep in pace in savoring her cunt.
“Fuck y-yes oh god, yes Mason, don’t s-stop, don’t fucking stop. Ohhhhhh God fuck yes!” She shouted, grinding against his mouth.
The lips of her pussy were kissing his own lips, soft to the touch. As he moaned she felt what the vibration in her clit, adding new levels of intense ecstasy. carelessly, her body slid forward, making his tongue run down her pussy and onto her asshole. Mason reacted as if nothing happened and began licking away at her puckered hole. A new wave of pleasure struck Sandra. It matched what she was feeling before but was entirely new. She has fingered her asshole before, even stuck a dildo or two up there, but it was nothing compared to the swift licks of his heavy tongue. She was catching her breath, trying to collect herself from the major orgasm she just had. Breath after breath she tried to get back into the groove of things. But Mason’s lips and tongue on her ass was making it hard to move on from her orgasm, his oral fixation extending her climax.
“Yeah baby, oh fuck that felt so good. Don’t stop. Lick away boy toy. oh yes. Yes.” She moaned, wiggling her ass closer to his face, still trying to catch her fleeting breath.
Through the excitement of having her ass being cared for, she remembered that she still craved his load of cum. Sandra had to lean completely forward so Mason could still prove his worth in giving her head. The 69 position allowed him to not only lick her asshole but the bottom part of her dripping pussy, and it allowed her to still be able to swallow his cock whole. This time she didn’t work up to speed. The second her lips parted she began to shove all of his cock down her throat, one of the places it belongs. Both of them moaned into each other’s sensitive area. But Sandra noticed that his moans were beginning to get louder and more intense. Still he didn’t stop him from pleasing her. Her pussy felt good against his chin, grinding on his mouth, feeling his tongue poke inside her cunt and ass.
“Is my boy toy going to cum for me?” She asked after swirling her tongue around his cockhead.
She felt his head move from under her, saying yes. She was so excited for his load. With how long she had been playing with his cock it had to build up to massive proportion. She even felt worried that she wouldn’t be able to swallow it all, but she was determined.
“That’s right, cum for me. Eat my pussy and scream under me while you bust your nut in my mouth,” The dirty talk was working for the both of them, Mason secretly loving how filthy she is, wondering how messy she looks covered in all her spit, smiling lustfully at him.
It was driving him closer and closer to his release. Her hand could not move any faster, her tongue was swirling wildly around his dickhead, rubbing the underside of his cock against her tongue. Mason’s body started to tense up, his calf muscles tightening, his back arching, his balls getting ready to send a huge load of cum down her throat. His loud moans of climax were buried under her thick ass. In her hand she could feel his cock tense up as well. Giving her a second of time to prepare herself. The first rope of cum was the thickest. She mangaged to get his spewing cockhead in her mouth in time. Cum had covered the walls of her mouth, swishing around, having its taste seep into her mouth. Before he could shoot another rope of cum she took his cock into her throat, much like the first time he cummed in her mouth.
“Oh fucking hell oh fuck.” He shouted from under her pussy.
His cock kept convulsing in her throat, shooting more and more cum into her stomach. She loved feeling the sticky substance slowly go down her neck, having it be shoved down by more cum. He must’ve cummed for 10 seconds straight. Sandra thought she would pass out from him stuffing indefinitely. Her clit pulsated every time she felt his cock twitch in her mouth and release another shot of cum into her. Finally, he exhaled onto her drenched cunt, having the last of his spasms cease. Sandra wrapped her cum covered lips against the base of his cock and gave one long slow intense suck. Her hand followed her mouth, squeezing his shaft hard so the rest of his juicy, yummy cum comes oozing out and into her mouth. It was a huge and long glob of sticky, thick, white, tasty cum that dropped onto her tongue. It filled near a third of her mouth. Her tongue gathered all the cum in her mouth, swirling it around to get the taste of it stuck in her mouth. Proudly she swallowed it, feeling it travel down to her stomach. She let out a loud moan, her hands touching her body,
“Mmmm that was so good. I’m going to want more of that,” She said, wrapped up in her world of carnal desire.
Her stomach was full of his cum yet it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, so much more, enough to satisfy her hunger and cover her whore lips and and her 38C tits. She also wanted to feel her pussy be stuffed with his cock and cum, to have it shoot straight into her cunt. A part of her even wanted to feel a warm load trickled from her freshly fucked ass.
“So much more,” She announced.
“Well you’re going to have to give me a bit of time.” Mason said, his tongue still working its oral magic against her pussy.
She shifted her body so that they were face to face. Sitting on his chest, she reached for his blindfold. She allowed him to see again. The first thing he noticed was a long strain of spit hanging from her chin. Her makeup was running, her hair was nearly untouched, her face glistened in the light, every inch covered in her spit. She looked like a used whore and it made his cock twitch. Their eyes locked and she spoke softly yet demanding.
“You are going to get hard again, very soon. And then I’m going to ride you until you fill my tight, wet, waiting pussy full of cum. I’ll give you three minutes. If you’re not hard by then, you’re getting punished.” Her hand softly stroked his cheek, watching his expression go from satisfied to a mixture of fear and excitement.
She shot off a quick smile and then proceeded to lower her pussy onto his lips. The taste of her was so fresh, so potent. Her body smelled like she had just taken a shower, smelling feminine and arousing. His tongue had gotten stiff, yet he said nothing, due to fear of being punished and because he craved to lick her until she could no longer take it. He waited too long to have her that he would not bow down to an aching tongue. Playfully, Sandra ran her hands through his hair. When he hit the right spots with his talented tongue, she pulled on his hair, forcing him to lick her deeper. She would hold his head in place while she used his tongue to get off. At those times he wasn’t giving her head, but instead he just laid still and allowed himself to be used like a toy.
“Your three minutes are almost up.” She reminded, her breath escaping between words.
Mason knew he wasn’t hard. He spent his time focusing on her, on her pleasure rather preparing himself for God knows what she had planned for him. His mouth enveloped her clit, sucking on it tightly before letting the sensitive bundle of nerves slip from between his lips.
“I noticed how much prettier you look with your spit all over your face.” He said, trying to spark her attention, and hopefully his.
“Oh yeah?” She asked.
He nodded under her.
“You like the fact your cock turns me into a dirty little slut? Gagging my throat, feeling you twitch in my mouth, you like that?” She questioned, her voice having the right amount of sultry and innocence to excite the body and mind.
“Yes I do,” Mason said like a good little toy. “I really do.” He added, feeling his penis get slightly harder.
Knowing her that wouldn’t be enough. She wanted him as hard as he was before cumming. A half stiffy won’t satisfy her in the slightest.
“You make such a good whore,” He tried, “So cock hungry, desperate for cum,”
She smiled through her soft moans. Her hand still had a fistful of his hair, holding him in place as she steadily moved her hips back and forth on his eager mouth.
“Desperate?” She repeated, secretly turned on by the accurate description.
Mason nodded,
“Definitely desperate, so willing to become a filthy woman, the kind of woman who only looks good bent over or down on her knees.”
Surprised was her reaction. Quickly, he felt like he bit off more than he could chew, his heart pounding under her lovely ass. ‘Fuck it,’ he thought, might as well go big.
“Don’t look so shocked,” He said, still managing to lick her between words, between alluring insults.
“You know you’re that kind of girl, the one who’s been sucking cum from cocks since she learned what dicks are.”
His tongue pressed against her cunt as hard as he could and licked her completely, challenging her almost. Something deep down inside of Sandra was churning, not only were these remarks degrading, they were true. She remembers going into highschool and sucking off seniors before the days end. She remembers being a senior herself and sucking off the physics teacher during their lunch break. She remembers seducing a retail worker and having him fuck her brains out against the one way mirror in the clothing room, their prying eyes staring at her tits and the joy in her face. She even went into the watching room and licked the glass clean of cum. His words were just igniting this fire that’s always been burning in her heart. He was being so mean and blunt, if it was possible, she got wetter every time he called her a name.
“You’re so right,” She admitted.
Releasing him from her grip, she snaked her lovely waist down from his chest and onto his hips. They were face to face now.
“I’ve been such a dirty girl my whole life,”
Her fingers moved along his lips, neither one of them gave ground with their stare. Her voice so sweet, admitting her past, saying these indecent things about herself, was doing the trick. Mason was getting harder by the second.
“All I know is how to suck cock and be a pretty little hole to fuck,”
Her other hand slid down his body, leaving a trail of ice on his nerves. She had stopped right before reaching his cock. She did it to tease, though he was glad that there was still time to get hard.
“Does that excite you Mason?”
She rubbed his stomach,
“Does it make you horny knowing that I want, no,” She licked his lower lip, “Crave that great big cock of yours?”
She went on to kiss his neck, being soft on all fronts. Still her hand remained at his waist.
“I think it turns you on,”
Mason went, matching her intensity.
“Knowing that all you are is a cum dump. A cheap, filthy, and easy whore in need of a load to swallow.”
Despite being on the verge of cumming again, Sandra kept her cool, only for a second. The hand on his face was quickly struck down on him. Now his cheek was stinging, a handprint barely visible. She was so shocked, so turned on too. No one has ever talked like that to her.
“Everything you’ve said,” She said with an angry lustful look in her eyes,
“Is completely true,” Her smile is what did it.
Mason instantly got hard as she so proudly admitted to being a whore. She leaned down to kiss him, her tongue sliding into his mouth. She could easily taste herself as her tongue rubbed against his.
“I knew gagging you wasn’t a good idea,” She uttered.
“More,” She asked of him, trying not to sound like she was begging.
“Tell me more,”
Mason’s mouth moved down to her neck. There was a subtle taste of perfume on her skin, yet he kissed her feverishly.
“You’re a piece of trailer trash,” He went on not holding anything back.
“Who opens her legs at anyone who gives you the time of day.” He managed between kisses.
This might be the only chance he gets at kissing her body. It felt as good as he imagined. “Mouth,” She said, correcting him.
“I open my mouth easier.”
Every nerve in her body shot off as she continued to be verbally abused. Her body crawled up on his, her chest near leveled to his mouth.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Only a true worthless slut can deepthroat a dick like that.”
More pleasure spread amongst her. As if the words themselves were kissing her.
“Damn right,” She shoved her chest towards his face.
“Suck my tits.”
This time she used a demanding voice rather than her cute tramp voice. Mason had no problem doing what he was told. They were a light peach color, only a shade darker than her pale skin. Her nipples were hard and wet yet they were a joy to divulge on.
“Fuck me that feels good, oh god. You’re so good with your mouth.” She gasped.
Mason sucked hard and flicked her tit inside his mouth. He would give anything to grab her ass and make her grind up and down on his waist. Nothing could stop her moaning. Between the floozy thoughts and Mason’s underappreciated mouth she was in complete bliss.
“Fuck me like a beast and I’ll be your harlot.” She offered.
“Aren’t you always?” Mason snapped back as he switched breast.
Sandra giggled at the truth of the matter.
“So true,” slipped from her lips.
She reached out for his cock, finding it to be harder than before.
“Are you going to give this harlot the fuck she wants?”
She felt his moan on her suckled nipple when she stroked his cock.
“God knows this cock is quite the beast. Oh god, you make me feel like such a streetwalker, such a tramp.” She added, feeling the tingle in her pussy that desired to be split open by a certain monstrous dick.
“Tramp is putting it nicely,” Mason clarified.
His face moved up towards hers, planting a kiss firmly on her lips.
“Let’s hope your pussy isn’t as loose as you are.” He said tauntingly.
In return to that comment she bit his already bruised lip. At this point that pain was a numbing feeling. Enticed by his smooth insults and luscious kiss, she mounted him. Her body was his to see now, and he loved seeing every bit of it. What was one under a corset was a toned stomach and defined hips. Both of which turned Mason on incredibly so. Before anything, Sandra wanted things to be dirty again, to feel a messy dick enter her even messier cunt. Mason’s shaft was laid against his stomach, when Sandra mounted him her pussy was at the base of his cock. She smiled, knowing there is no part under her that’s dry.
“Why don’t I lube you up a bit.” She flirted while rubbing her immensely sopping pussy against his shaft.
The warm wetness left him feeling pleased and relaxed, though it was her face that kept him hard. She had such a genuine smile while drenching his entire throbbing member.
“Lookie here,” She started,
“Aren’t I just a messy fuck? I mean look at this, your cock is practically damp ‘cause of my pussy,” She jerked him easily now, adding to the tease.
“Maybe I should lick it up, don’t you think so?” She asked, not really waiting for permission.
With her body sliding down his legs she once again felt him in her mouth. She didn’t hold back this time. Leaving her mouth open, she went on to gag herself on his harden dick. Spit was falling out in a stream and tears went down her face as she forced herself to choke. ‘Such a whore that you have to pretend to gag.’ She thought to herself. It was simple to see that Mason enjoyed the theatrics. This time around he decided to help her by thrusting as much as he could into her. Though he couldn’t, he imagined what it would be like if he could just hold her in place and proceeded to fuck her mouth senseless. A part of Sandra wishes for the same. He could see it now, her head hanging off the bed, his cock bulging out of her neck, a mess of spit running down her face. His cock spasmed against her throat as he thought this. She giggled again, with her mouth filled to the brim with his dick. The sound bounced all over his cock, causing him to shiver in place.
“Oh no,” She said so innocently, him slipping out of her mouth.
“I think I made things worse. Tell me,” She said looking up at him.
“Is my face a mess too?”
Like a picture out of a skin mag she held her finger up to her mouth, portraying some giddy school girl. Long blobs of thick saliva hung from her chin. Her finger rubbed around her mouth, it escalated to her hand rubbing her face from her chin up to her forehead, drenching her whole face in her sexy spit. Her face was a magnificent disaster, lipstick smeared, runny eyeliner, all in addition to the new mess she made from throating Mason and his near foot long shaft.
“Maybe I could wipe myself clean,” Her hands found his thick rod.
In some foolish attempt to “clean” herself, she rubbed the drenched member all around her face. By the time she was done she had strains of spit hanging down to his cock, leaving her in this web of a mess.
“Did it help? Did wiping my face with your lovely cock make me cleaner? It sure felt good.” A wicked smile came to her face, a contrast to her voice.
Her hand was just as dirty as her face. She used it to wipe down all the webby strains of spit before going to jerk off the wonderfully large bed snake before her. Even if she was as dry as a desert Mason would have no trouble sliding into her tight fuck hole. He was so slick he could have penetrated her asshole with ease.
“I think it’s about time you make a mess,” Suggested the woman.
“You are going to make a mess, inside of me.” Again with the giddy giggle, like this was all fun and games to her, part of her free spirit and all.
Kneeling above him she aimed the rather long dick. Slowly she backed up, feeling his tip slide between her lips. Biting down on her lower lip, she teased the poor man by rubbing him against her pussy.
“This disarray of spit and cum has made things quite slippery. I wonder,” She said in her schoolgirl voice,
“If I can slip this whole cock of yours in me in one go.” She smiled, preparing herself for the heaven she had been waiting for since she had him cumming in her mouth in a booth.
His tip was lined up perfectly. Despite being as easy as she is, her hole was as tight a prude’s. With just the tip he split her open, her screams of ecstasy confirming this. Still she didn’t stop. More and more she slide him inside, her heat and skin engulfing him by the centimeter.
“O-oh fucking hell. Oh my G-god. Fuck you’re thick!” She exasperated.
A smile came to Mason’s face. Sandra’s had a face of complete utter amazement. It felt like he was balls deep the second he entered her body, yet to her own surprise she edged on.
“You’re pretty tight for a loose streetwalker.” Mason said.
He felt her tighten at the sound of his insult.
“You sure are taking that dick like a true slut.”
Again she tightened around him, pleasing him even more.
“Look at that, your pussy clenches at the sound of me insulting you.”
She groaned, only halfway in. Her pussy was on fire, the nerves being touched in all the right ways.
“I bet you love it when it hurts, let’s you know your cunt isn’t some beat up old jerk off rag.”
She moaned, her hand gripping his rod as tight as her pussy did. All she could do was moan at his remarks, and then later groan as he slides in deeper into hot sloppy pussy. She could feel the veins that pop up from his shaft, she was so tight around him she could feel the heartbeat on his cock. It made her happy to know that his heart was racing.
“Goddamn it baby, you’re fucking ripping me in half.” She managed between winces.
For fun, Mason thrusted upwards, driving at least another inch into her. A scream erupted from her chest, from pleasure or pain, it was unknown. More than likely it was both.
“You’re loving my tight little cunt. Benefits of being a head whore, pussy stays tight.” She revealed.
Mason wondered how tight her asshole would be, wishing he could take her as he pleased right then and there. Now he was biting his lower lip, pleasure slowly crawling down his embedded shaft.
“I thought a call girl like yourself would be able to take me.” Mason said, throwing his head back at the tightening around his cock.
“It feels so good when you say things like that,”
She looked down to see his cock poking out of her tiny waist, and still there was around 4 inches left to go.
“Well today you’re my whore, my pretty little harlot,” He went on, she smiled, easing more into her.
“Quit being a bitch and just sit on my dick already!” He commanded.
Sandra’s inner slut did the only thing she could do, listen. At once she shoved her body, as hard as she could, against his hips. In one motion her destroyed pussy took Mason in in his entirety. He moaned out loud, feeling her wetness run down his cock, her convulsions running through the length of his engorged member. She screamed out, mostly from the pain of having a 10 inch cock shoved into her tight and tense pussy. When the pain subsided and she began to gyrate her hips, she felt the pleasure of such a man be in her presence. Every square inch seemed amplified, an inch felt like three inches, her entire pussy was thriving with pleasure. G-spot be damned, feeling a cock that huge slide in and out of her was enough to bring her to a climax. She looked down, wondering if he was deep enough to be in her stomach. She saw the space below her tummy bulge outwards. She loved seeing that, same as when she rubbed him through her neck.
“I think this time I rather be fucked than suck.” She said, trying to hide her true emotions and convey her schoolgirl character.
Mason was out of it in the good feeling. It felt euphoric to him. The way she clenched against him, he had 10 inches of cock rubbing inside the wonderful feeling of a tight cunt. The simple fact that she took him in one slide turned him on. She would moan when his cock twitched in her, her body jerking upward from the sudden feeling. It didn’t take long for her to work up to a fast pace. Soon there was no pain at all, the split open sensation turned into a sense of sexual gratification. It was out of his control, his thrusts had a mind of their own. Somehow both of them wanted each other deeper. He could feel her lips and clit rub against his pelvis as she dropped down her body and shake her hips. Yet it felt like he could go deeper, that 10 inches wasn’t enough. Maybe it was the wait, it had made him hunger for it so bad, she felt the same, she had to wait for this too. Now the wait is over, and it’s as great as the expected it to be. She longed for him since she heard around the office that we was hung like a horse. That longing became a cardinal necessity when she pulled his cock out and saw that the rumors were true. She had to be patient, building her own suspense and desire. The longer she wait the better it would be, she believed. Yet as soon as the tip prodded inside her cum desperate pussy, she felt like she didn’t have to wait, that it would be amazing regardless. To Mason the hour and a half wait was well worth it. To make things better this would be the second time he’s hard, making cumming a bit more difficult this time around. She was as tight as he had hoped. Hearing her say how much of a whore worried of how well she kept herself. She most definitely took care of herself.
“Why couldn’t we have done this in the restaurant?” She wondered, collapsing forward,
propping herself up on his chest. Feeling now how marvelous she felt he too questioned why they did not spring into lust the moment they laid eyes on each other. Even if it was for a single moment while someone called the cops on them, the heat and passion for one another would have been enough to bust inside of her.
“oh, ohh, ohhh hell, I t-think i’m gonna make a big mess, s-ssoon.” She whimpered.
Mason couldn’t wait to feel her cum all over his cock. He started thrusting as much as he was physically allowed, rushing to feel her explode on him. Her pace quickened.
“That’s right, fuck yourself good on my cock.” Mason said, his moans more in control than hers.
“Is that what g-good tramps d-do?” She questioned.
Her head lifted from his chest, and were now nose to nose. The intensity between them could be felt a mile away. He kissed her before leaning into her ear.
“The best sluts fuck themselves good on dicks like mine. Be the strumpet you are deep down.” He whispered in an attempt to be dominate given his position.
He had hoped that this would speed her along. It did. She started screaming, not caring for who might of heard outside those walls. She could feel that rush again zooming through her body. She straightened her back, howling into the world, letting all that are around that she is cumming. Unlike before, when her pussy clenched it stayed that way, gripping him tightly. Mason looked down to see the surrounds of her cunt cling onto his shaft as she lifted herself up in the air. A surge of cum erupted between them, her pussy shooting jets of her liquid into Mason’s waist. She continued to fuck herself on her boy toy, slamming herself down on him, shoving his cock deep inside of her. The sheets were soaked by now, Sandra had collapsed on top of him, her hand rubbing her clit until the feeling of her unbelievable orgasm washed over her. Until then her lungs would scream for air, her body would jerk, her cunt would cling itself to him, all of which pleased him on some level. He simply continued to thrust into her and enjoy the feeling of making her cum. It wasn??