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“You came here for something. You came here for this,” she said.,voice a seductive whisper of promise.
Bumfelt 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 againpushing 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.”
Darling slipped a hand over her vulva and gently parted her outer lips. Spreading them open with her manicured fingers. She caressed and rubbed at herself. She made herself wet. It didn't take her long. It never did. When she needed to sleep and rest, Darling would often turn to masturbation. She knew how to please herself, be it with fingers or toys.
She took her hands and squeezed her nipples through the sheer material. They hardened, dark nubs visible under the bra. She loved playing with her own nipples. It turned her on. She sat on the edge of the bed, leant forward and took something from a briefcase. A six-inch gold vibrator. She wanted it quick so she could rest. She would take herself to climax, shower and then sleep.
She played with herself some more. She undid her bra and her lovely 36B breasts slipped out. She cupped them, switched the vibrator on to a low speed and circled her already erect nipples with it. The sensation of it hardened her nipples more. She let out a quiet gasp. Lay back and fingered herself. Rubbing gently at her clit, alternating that tight circular motion with an inserted, probing middle finger. She worked at herself and when the time was right she ran the vibrator over her pussy lips before slipping it into the wetness within.
Her breathing soon became quickening gasps and moans as her orgasm swept over her and swept her away.
Across the city in a luxury apartment somebody else was having an orgasm. He pushed ineffectively at the woman's ass. He struggled to get her off his face. At first it had been incredible. He had fucked the hell out of her or rather she had fucked the hell out of him. Damn near killed him such was the ferocity of her fucking.
Rusty Kuntz- Criminal Defence Lawyer to the stars tried to call out, but- she had him trapped between those tight, muscular thighs. She rode his face. Pushing down on him with her gaping vagina. It enveloped him. It sealed his mouth closed.
“You dirty little fucker,” gasped the woman, staring down at his wide, panicked eyes. “I'm going face-fuck you to death.” He beat at her sides and clawed at her tits. Breasts that defied gravity. Hard and pert. The tits of an eighteen year old on the body of a woman much older. Fucking great tits if you weren't being suffocated to death. As Kuntz currently was. He gasped for air. There was none. She slapped his hands away, pinned his arms down and ground her pelvis into his face.
“I've wanted to fuck you up for so many years,” rasped the woman, driving herself to the point of orgasm, seeing the distress in his eyes. “I'm cumming. Oh, I'm cumming.”
Her body bucked and twitched as she came. He kicked and squirmed under her but there was nothing he could do as the wave of ejaculate swept over him. Smothering him, depriving him of air. Of life.
“Take it, you fucker,” she gasped as she rolled away from his twitching body. One of his feet kicked spasmodically as his brain died. Small blood vessels popped and ruptured in his eyes. His purple and swollen tongue slipped from the side of his slack mouth.
Rusty Kuntz was dead.
Bumfelt 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 againpushing 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.”
Darling slipped a hand over her vulva and gently parted her outer lips. Spreading them open with her manicured fingers. She caressed and rubbed at herself. She made herself wet. It didn't take her long. It never did. When she needed to sleep and rest, Darling would often turn to masturbation. She knew how to please herself, be it with fingers or toys.
She took her hands and squeezed her nipples through the sheer material. They hardened, dark nubs visible under the bra. She loved playing with her own nipples. It turned her on. She sat on the edge of the bed, leant forward and took something from a briefcase. A six-inch gold vibrator. She wanted it quick so she could rest. She would take herself to climax, shower and then sleep.
She played with herself some more. She undid her bra and her lovely 36B breasts slipped out. She cupped them, switched the vibrator on to a low speed and circled her already erect nipples with it. The sensation of it hardened her nipples more. She let out a quiet gasp. Lay back and fingered herself. Rubbing gently at her clit, alternating that tight circular motion with an inserted, probing middle finger. She worked at herself and when the time was right she ran the vibrator over her pussy lips before slipping it into the wetness within.
Her breathing soon became quickening gasps and moans as her orgasm swept over her and swept her away.
Across the city in a luxury apartment somebody else was having an orgasm. He pushed ineffectively at the woman's ass. He struggled to get her off his face. At first it had been incredible. He had fucked the hell out of her or rather she had fucked the hell out of him. Damn near killed him such was the ferocity of her fucking.
Rusty Kuntz- Criminal Defence Lawyer to the stars tried to call out, but- she had him trapped between those tight, muscular thighs. She rode his face. Pushing down on him with her gaping vagina. It enveloped him. It sealed his mouth closed.
“You dirty little fucker,” gasped the woman, staring down at his wide, panicked eyes. “I'm going face-fuck you to death.” He beat at her sides and clawed at her tits. Breasts that defied gravity. Hard and pert. The tits of an eighteen year old on the body of a woman much older. Fucking great tits if you weren't being suffocated to death. As Kuntz currently was. He gasped for air. There was none. She slapped his hands away, pinned his arms down and ground her pelvis into his face.
“I've wanted to fuck you up for so many years,” rasped the woman, driving herself to the point of orgasm, seeing the distress in his eyes. “I'm cumming. Oh, I'm cumming.”
Her body bucked and twitched as she came. He kicked and squirmed under her but there was nothing he could do as the wave of ejaculate swept over him. Smothering him, depriving him of air. Of life.
“Take it, you fucker,” she gasped as she rolled away from his twitching body. One of his feet kicked spasmodically as his brain died. Small blood vessels popped and ruptured in his eyes. His purple and swollen tongue slipped from the side of his slack mouth.
Rusty Kuntz was dead.
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