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A Request From A Friend free porn video
Well well. How delicious. Well first of all, let me say how pleased I am that you sent me message. I see by one of your profile pics and your "occupation" on your profile that you work in the food/bev industry. Me too. Let's start there. For now let's say that we both work there. It a Tuesday night at the bar & grill and it's pouring outside. God, the place is dead. We've already had a couple of shots each (drinking to the fact that we're not going to make any money--YET AGAIN). As we're sitting at the bar staring at all the bottles, you catch my gaze in the reflection of the mirror. Our eyes linger on each other for just a moment too long in the mirror thanks to the shots, and when we realize it, we both glance away quickly and sheepishly.
You decide to break the tension a bit and ask if I want to check and see if it's still raining. We both know that it is, but I say that of course I do. We take one last look toward the front door and head back through the kitchen and out the back door. As I push open the heavy steel door, the rain pours down in heavy giant drops. The streetlight in the back lot makes millions of reflections on the drops and the windshields of parked cars and the drenched pavement. We get instantly soaked before we even get all the way outside. You don't run in fear of the rain like most girls do when faced with the proposition of getting their hair wet. In fact, you just stand there with you face turned upward, eyes closed, letting the drops carom of your forehead and cheeks, and stream down your face. I'm a bit taken aback by this display and suddenly very attracted to you. Your hair is plastered to your head and your little mickey mouse tshirt is soaked. I can see your brassiere very clearly through it.
I'm not sure what to do next, but I may never get a chance like this again. You start to reach up to rake your hands over your face to smooth back you hair, but I seize one of your wrists before you can complete the motion. I move you back against the brick wall of the building, and to my surprise you move with my body as if we were dancing together. I'm not sure if you were expecting me to do this or you wanted me to do this or what, but your deft reaction only ramps up my desire all the more. As you come to rest against the wall, I put the arm that I have a hold of behind your back, twisted up like you were going to unhook your bra. My other hand cradles your jaw and neck as I move to kiss you in the rain. My lips are soft yet firmly pressed against yours. The rain has already washed off your lipstick and our faces are slick with the downpour. I kiss you long and deeply so that our teeth sc**** together slightly and we end up sharing the same breath. Our bodies press together from top to bottom as we stand there. I can feel your bosoms poking me in the chest and some how our pelvises are already grinding reflexively toward one another. My hand lets go of your as my arms slip around your waist and just under the bottom of your shirt. Your arms wrap around my neck as your fingers play with my soaking hair. I'm not sure how far you want to go since we are in such a technically public place, but the streets are dead, the neighborhood is dead, and we might as well be the only two people on earth. My hands slip instinctively into the waistband of you panties. Your lowrise jeans give me pretty easy access to the top of your ass crack. As my finger finds a nice place to live- snug at the top of crack- I ponder sliding my hand around toward the front. Any doubts still held by me about your level of commitment to our endeavor vanish as you plunge your right hand into the waistband of my jeans, past my boxers and encircle my stiffening cock. The cold wetness of your rain-soaked hand around my warm cock sends a shockwave up my spine. There isn't much real estate left in my trousers with but my hard cock and your hand, so you just start to move the tips of your finger and thumb around the tip of my cockhead. The stimulation is such that I am now willing to pledge my undying lust to you now and forever.
I start to tug at the top of your jeans. They are pretty tight and I'm not going to be able to get to you like I want to as long as you're wearing them. I glance around. Where should we go? My car? No. Not enough room. Not for our first time. Not when we have the whole restaurant to ourselves. The walk-in fridge? If we weren't both soaked to the skin, I'd say yes, but I don't want to ruin the sensation of this perfect, late summer shower. That really only leaves one place, the manager's office. It's got a clean enough sofa and a very sturdy desk left over from when the building was a bank in the thirties. That seems like the place to go. I break our kiss for a moment and we look at each other. This is not a great idea. You are in charge tonight. We have to close the place together and you have to count down all the registers. If we get caught, it's both our asses, but you have worked hard to earn the trust of the owners. I'm just a dumb bartender. Even though I have a plan, I start to make a mild protest about being responsible. You tell me to shut up and live up the balls that you just felt between my legs. Fuck it. The chances of us getting caught are pretty slim. And of all the ways to lose a job, isn't this the American dream?
I inhale a bit so you can get your hand out of my jeans and we sneak hand in hand to the office. Why are we sneaking? There's nobody here but us. There's not going to be anybody here but us, but we sneak anyway. As soon as the door to the office is locked behind us, we begin to disrobe witha slow-burn pace. Our clothes are so wet that we have to peel them off inside out to get out of them. First comes your shirt. Bye Mickey. Your simple black bra looks perfect against your skin. It accents your ebony hair flawlessly. We kiss again as I reach behind you to unhook your bra (one-handed ladies and gents!). You slump your shoulders and slip it off over your arms. You have a really nice nipple to boob ratio. I monkey around and get out of my shirt knocking a stack of papers off of a file cabinet. i'm not as graceful as you. Now, both topless, we kiss again. This time as we draw close I first feel the coldness of the water on your skin, but that gives way to the extreme warmth coming from your body. your nipples are already erect, but as my chest hairs brushes against them, they seem to get even harder. Your breath heaves a bit without our kiss stopping, and I know what you want. You kick your mary janes off as you move backwards toward the desk (again with perfect fluidity of motion- how in blazes do you do that?). As you rest your ass on the edge of the desk, I get your jeans unbuttoned and tug the zipper down. We work in unison to shimmy the denim over your slim feminine hips and down your knees. I'm sure you wanted to then present me with your panties as I peeled away the layers of your clothes, but the soaked material grabs your cotton panties and rolls them halfway down your hips as I get your jeans off. Now your pussy is half exposed, and your panties are all rolled up and kinked. They are soaked too, and as I slip those past your knees, they land on the floor with a little wet slap. Now here you are- wet, naked, exposed, and vulnerable. If someone were to come in, you'd have no hope of getting those wadded wet clothes back on. Even in this predicament, you still seem to wield all the power. You have no sense of urgency or feeling of being rushed. Your calmness soothes me and arouses me to the point that my cock begins to ache from my straining erection.
I move up to meet your face and kiss you. All the while your hands are unbuckling my belt and undoing my jeans like you've owned my pants longer than me. The weight of all my keys and billfold and man items help my pants fall to my ankles with a minimum of effort. I use my heels and toes to step out of my shoes and wadded up pants. Now, face to face, we kiss. You are still using the edge of the desk to sit on as I hunch over to meet your lips. My throbbing cock is just millimeters from your waiting pussy. Your legs are slightly apart, and I swear my cock can feel the heat radiating from between your legs. How easy it would be to try to go for gusto right this moment, but that's not what I'm going to do. You're lack of urgency has given me a sense that there is no need for me to rush. I begin to kiss that spot where your ear meets your neck meets your jaw. I can feel your body shudder as you moan and bite your bottom lip. I kiss down past your collar bone and towards your chest. Your hands begin to every so lightly caress my coronal ridge. This is a sensation that is hard to describe as it is almost to sensitive to bear. Oddly though light caresses of the edge of my flared cock head feel more intense than firm direct pressure. My knees start to buckle at your touch. You reach down with your other hand and tug gently on my balls. You alternate between the motion of plucking a g**** from the vine, to using your fingernails to tickle my scrotum. This is almost too much for me to bear. I drop to my knees. I kiss down your belly until I get to your pussy. I stop short of it and skip down to the inside of your left knee. I run my fingers up and down the inside of your thighs while kissing up the inside of your legs. You didn't shave your legs today and the slight prickle feels pleasantly rough on my tongue. In fact it turns me on all the more to know that you didn't plan for this to happen. You still want me bad enough that you are willing to give yourself to me just as you are. You are very comfortable with yourself and that is the most erotic thing of all. As I get closer to the top of your inner thigh, your legs start to close around my head. My sideburns start to tickle your legs and you shiver a bit as the sensations settle. As I reach that spot where your inner thigh becomes your pussy, your breath begins to catch. My mouth moves into position and you lie back a little on the desk. My hands reach up to cup your breasts as my tongue slides into your pussy. We both experience a rush of endorphins as my mouth becomes latched to your crotch. I can't believe the warmth and wetness your body releases as give your pussy a deep french kiss. You taste like honeysuckle and I can't get enough. I vary between long licks that travel the entire length of your vulva to just concentrating on your clitoral hood. When I focus on your clit, the scratchy whiskers on my chin poke into your soft wet labia and you squirm with delight. You begin to sit up and pull my head up from your sopping pussy. I stand up straight and you kiss my chest while your hands find my cock again. You play with the long sticky slippery drops of precum that are oozing out of the tip of my penis. I look up at the ceiling as it feels like every muscle in my body is contracting as you stroke me. It feels so good. The desk is at the perfect height and the time is now! I step forward just a bit and ease my cock into your slick hot pussy. your pussy relaxes as it tries to accommodate my cock. I push in all the way to the hilt and we both moan with ecstasy. You lie back on the desk and I hold on to your breasts as I steady you. I stroke you deeply and with a very deliberate rhythm. Your pussy folds feel incredible as you draw me to your very center. Your hands find their way to your clit and you begin to rub yourself as I thrust. I can feel your hips begin to buck. I fuck you until I think you have reached the point of no return and I quickly withdraw. I plunge tow fingers into your vagina and curl them upward to put some pressure on your spongy almond-shaped g-spot. I press down on your mons pubis with the flat of one palm while fingering your g-spot with the other. You begin to cum in waves. Your body first bucking wildly, then slowing to a seismic shudder that reacts to every slight twitch of my fingers. You tell me that you need to see me cum too.
I stand in place while you attempt to rise up from the desk. You are still reeling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You go back to stroking my cock, which is now very slick from your juices. Your hands glide deftly over my aching cock. It is so hard now that I wonder if the blood vessels are just going to burst through the skin. Fortunately, my cock does not explode in your hands. Instead, I tell you that you are about to make me cum. You nimbly kneel down without breaking your stride, and take me in your mouth. You can taste my precum mixed with your pussy. The feeling of your hot mouth sends me over the edge. As much as I want it to go on forever, I start to feel the tinglings of an orgasm. You withdraw my cock from your mouth and continue to stroke me. My semen erupts in thick white ropes, that land on your face and neck. My cum starts to run down your cheeks and chin like big white snails- dripping down to your breasts and the tops of your thighs where you kneel. It always amazes me how much more forcefully and volumnously I ejaculate when I'm with a partner than by myself. Even as my orgasm subsides, you continue to stroke me gently and pull on my scrotum softly. It makes me moan like an idiot, but I could care less. I'm still pretty hard and there are a few things you should know: 1) I always cum in pairs and the second one is usually bigger than the first (odd for a guy I believe) 2) we haven't even gotten to use the sofa in the office yet. 3) the storm is still raging and the restaurant is still empty.
You decide to break the tension a bit and ask if I want to check and see if it's still raining. We both know that it is, but I say that of course I do. We take one last look toward the front door and head back through the kitchen and out the back door. As I push open the heavy steel door, the rain pours down in heavy giant drops. The streetlight in the back lot makes millions of reflections on the drops and the windshields of parked cars and the drenched pavement. We get instantly soaked before we even get all the way outside. You don't run in fear of the rain like most girls do when faced with the proposition of getting their hair wet. In fact, you just stand there with you face turned upward, eyes closed, letting the drops carom of your forehead and cheeks, and stream down your face. I'm a bit taken aback by this display and suddenly very attracted to you. Your hair is plastered to your head and your little mickey mouse tshirt is soaked. I can see your brassiere very clearly through it.
I'm not sure what to do next, but I may never get a chance like this again. You start to reach up to rake your hands over your face to smooth back you hair, but I seize one of your wrists before you can complete the motion. I move you back against the brick wall of the building, and to my surprise you move with my body as if we were dancing together. I'm not sure if you were expecting me to do this or you wanted me to do this or what, but your deft reaction only ramps up my desire all the more. As you come to rest against the wall, I put the arm that I have a hold of behind your back, twisted up like you were going to unhook your bra. My other hand cradles your jaw and neck as I move to kiss you in the rain. My lips are soft yet firmly pressed against yours. The rain has already washed off your lipstick and our faces are slick with the downpour. I kiss you long and deeply so that our teeth sc**** together slightly and we end up sharing the same breath. Our bodies press together from top to bottom as we stand there. I can feel your bosoms poking me in the chest and some how our pelvises are already grinding reflexively toward one another. My hand lets go of your as my arms slip around your waist and just under the bottom of your shirt. Your arms wrap around my neck as your fingers play with my soaking hair. I'm not sure how far you want to go since we are in such a technically public place, but the streets are dead, the neighborhood is dead, and we might as well be the only two people on earth. My hands slip instinctively into the waistband of you panties. Your lowrise jeans give me pretty easy access to the top of your ass crack. As my finger finds a nice place to live- snug at the top of crack- I ponder sliding my hand around toward the front. Any doubts still held by me about your level of commitment to our endeavor vanish as you plunge your right hand into the waistband of my jeans, past my boxers and encircle my stiffening cock. The cold wetness of your rain-soaked hand around my warm cock sends a shockwave up my spine. There isn't much real estate left in my trousers with but my hard cock and your hand, so you just start to move the tips of your finger and thumb around the tip of my cockhead. The stimulation is such that I am now willing to pledge my undying lust to you now and forever.
I start to tug at the top of your jeans. They are pretty tight and I'm not going to be able to get to you like I want to as long as you're wearing them. I glance around. Where should we go? My car? No. Not enough room. Not for our first time. Not when we have the whole restaurant to ourselves. The walk-in fridge? If we weren't both soaked to the skin, I'd say yes, but I don't want to ruin the sensation of this perfect, late summer shower. That really only leaves one place, the manager's office. It's got a clean enough sofa and a very sturdy desk left over from when the building was a bank in the thirties. That seems like the place to go. I break our kiss for a moment and we look at each other. This is not a great idea. You are in charge tonight. We have to close the place together and you have to count down all the registers. If we get caught, it's both our asses, but you have worked hard to earn the trust of the owners. I'm just a dumb bartender. Even though I have a plan, I start to make a mild protest about being responsible. You tell me to shut up and live up the balls that you just felt between my legs. Fuck it. The chances of us getting caught are pretty slim. And of all the ways to lose a job, isn't this the American dream?
I inhale a bit so you can get your hand out of my jeans and we sneak hand in hand to the office. Why are we sneaking? There's nobody here but us. There's not going to be anybody here but us, but we sneak anyway. As soon as the door to the office is locked behind us, we begin to disrobe witha slow-burn pace. Our clothes are so wet that we have to peel them off inside out to get out of them. First comes your shirt. Bye Mickey. Your simple black bra looks perfect against your skin. It accents your ebony hair flawlessly. We kiss again as I reach behind you to unhook your bra (one-handed ladies and gents!). You slump your shoulders and slip it off over your arms. You have a really nice nipple to boob ratio. I monkey around and get out of my shirt knocking a stack of papers off of a file cabinet. i'm not as graceful as you. Now, both topless, we kiss again. This time as we draw close I first feel the coldness of the water on your skin, but that gives way to the extreme warmth coming from your body. your nipples are already erect, but as my chest hairs brushes against them, they seem to get even harder. Your breath heaves a bit without our kiss stopping, and I know what you want. You kick your mary janes off as you move backwards toward the desk (again with perfect fluidity of motion- how in blazes do you do that?). As you rest your ass on the edge of the desk, I get your jeans unbuttoned and tug the zipper down. We work in unison to shimmy the denim over your slim feminine hips and down your knees. I'm sure you wanted to then present me with your panties as I peeled away the layers of your clothes, but the soaked material grabs your cotton panties and rolls them halfway down your hips as I get your jeans off. Now your pussy is half exposed, and your panties are all rolled up and kinked. They are soaked too, and as I slip those past your knees, they land on the floor with a little wet slap. Now here you are- wet, naked, exposed, and vulnerable. If someone were to come in, you'd have no hope of getting those wadded wet clothes back on. Even in this predicament, you still seem to wield all the power. You have no sense of urgency or feeling of being rushed. Your calmness soothes me and arouses me to the point that my cock begins to ache from my straining erection.
I move up to meet your face and kiss you. All the while your hands are unbuckling my belt and undoing my jeans like you've owned my pants longer than me. The weight of all my keys and billfold and man items help my pants fall to my ankles with a minimum of effort. I use my heels and toes to step out of my shoes and wadded up pants. Now, face to face, we kiss. You are still using the edge of the desk to sit on as I hunch over to meet your lips. My throbbing cock is just millimeters from your waiting pussy. Your legs are slightly apart, and I swear my cock can feel the heat radiating from between your legs. How easy it would be to try to go for gusto right this moment, but that's not what I'm going to do. You're lack of urgency has given me a sense that there is no need for me to rush. I begin to kiss that spot where your ear meets your neck meets your jaw. I can feel your body shudder as you moan and bite your bottom lip. I kiss down past your collar bone and towards your chest. Your hands begin to every so lightly caress my coronal ridge. This is a sensation that is hard to describe as it is almost to sensitive to bear. Oddly though light caresses of the edge of my flared cock head feel more intense than firm direct pressure. My knees start to buckle at your touch. You reach down with your other hand and tug gently on my balls. You alternate between the motion of plucking a g**** from the vine, to using your fingernails to tickle my scrotum. This is almost too much for me to bear. I drop to my knees. I kiss down your belly until I get to your pussy. I stop short of it and skip down to the inside of your left knee. I run my fingers up and down the inside of your thighs while kissing up the inside of your legs. You didn't shave your legs today and the slight prickle feels pleasantly rough on my tongue. In fact it turns me on all the more to know that you didn't plan for this to happen. You still want me bad enough that you are willing to give yourself to me just as you are. You are very comfortable with yourself and that is the most erotic thing of all. As I get closer to the top of your inner thigh, your legs start to close around my head. My sideburns start to tickle your legs and you shiver a bit as the sensations settle. As I reach that spot where your inner thigh becomes your pussy, your breath begins to catch. My mouth moves into position and you lie back a little on the desk. My hands reach up to cup your breasts as my tongue slides into your pussy. We both experience a rush of endorphins as my mouth becomes latched to your crotch. I can't believe the warmth and wetness your body releases as give your pussy a deep french kiss. You taste like honeysuckle and I can't get enough. I vary between long licks that travel the entire length of your vulva to just concentrating on your clitoral hood. When I focus on your clit, the scratchy whiskers on my chin poke into your soft wet labia and you squirm with delight. You begin to sit up and pull my head up from your sopping pussy. I stand up straight and you kiss my chest while your hands find my cock again. You play with the long sticky slippery drops of precum that are oozing out of the tip of my penis. I look up at the ceiling as it feels like every muscle in my body is contracting as you stroke me. It feels so good. The desk is at the perfect height and the time is now! I step forward just a bit and ease my cock into your slick hot pussy. your pussy relaxes as it tries to accommodate my cock. I push in all the way to the hilt and we both moan with ecstasy. You lie back on the desk and I hold on to your breasts as I steady you. I stroke you deeply and with a very deliberate rhythm. Your pussy folds feel incredible as you draw me to your very center. Your hands find their way to your clit and you begin to rub yourself as I thrust. I can feel your hips begin to buck. I fuck you until I think you have reached the point of no return and I quickly withdraw. I plunge tow fingers into your vagina and curl them upward to put some pressure on your spongy almond-shaped g-spot. I press down on your mons pubis with the flat of one palm while fingering your g-spot with the other. You begin to cum in waves. Your body first bucking wildly, then slowing to a seismic shudder that reacts to every slight twitch of my fingers. You tell me that you need to see me cum too.
I stand in place while you attempt to rise up from the desk. You are still reeling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You go back to stroking my cock, which is now very slick from your juices. Your hands glide deftly over my aching cock. It is so hard now that I wonder if the blood vessels are just going to burst through the skin. Fortunately, my cock does not explode in your hands. Instead, I tell you that you are about to make me cum. You nimbly kneel down without breaking your stride, and take me in your mouth. You can taste my precum mixed with your pussy. The feeling of your hot mouth sends me over the edge. As much as I want it to go on forever, I start to feel the tinglings of an orgasm. You withdraw my cock from your mouth and continue to stroke me. My semen erupts in thick white ropes, that land on your face and neck. My cum starts to run down your cheeks and chin like big white snails- dripping down to your breasts and the tops of your thighs where you kneel. It always amazes me how much more forcefully and volumnously I ejaculate when I'm with a partner than by myself. Even as my orgasm subsides, you continue to stroke me gently and pull on my scrotum softly. It makes me moan like an idiot, but I could care less. I'm still pretty hard and there are a few things you should know: 1) I always cum in pairs and the second one is usually bigger than the first (odd for a guy I believe) 2) we haven't even gotten to use the sofa in the office yet. 3) the storm is still raging and the restaurant is still empty.
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