What Lena Wants
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What Lena Wants – Chapter 6 free porn video
Introduction: Lena and Milo go out to get some ice cream. Hello lovelies! Here is chapter six. I hope you like it! If you have any suggestions on what you would like to see Lena and Milo do, let me know!
Xoxo, Cede
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Milos car was a piece of junk. He claimed it was a cherry red, six cylinder, sport GE something, but that couldnt make up for the fact that it was missing the front passenger seat. So while he jumped into the drivers seat, I was forced to either sit on the disgusting, crummy floor where the passenger seat was supposed to be, or sit in the back.
How are you going to drive a baby around in this thing? I asked, leaning forward, my elbows on my knees. Your car is a death trap.
Milo started the car, and hit the garage door opener. Behind me the door lurched to life, revealing the night sky. Lucys car has airbags and stuff. Plus its only from 2005. Milo glanced over his shoulder, and backed the car out.
Airbags and babies totally go together. I smirked.
Milo grunted. Whatever. Im sure Lucy will know what to do. He peeped into the rear view mirror at me. What? I rolled my eyes in response. So Publix or Wallgreens?
Um, doesnt matter.
Youre sure a great help, sis! He joked.
We drove the next few minutes without speaking. Milo turned the radio up, but it was a remix weekend and the deejay only played crappy versions of the songs.
The parking lot outside the grocery store was virtually vacant. There were a few cars sprinkled in the back of the lot, but that was all employee cars. Milo pulled the car in to a space next to a handicap spot, and threw the gear into park.
You go get the ice cream, I have a couple other things I want to get, Milo said, grabbing a basket. We split up, him going towards the pharmaceuticals, and me to frozen foods.
Generic brand ice cream was buy one, get one. I grabbed moms cookie dough, and then a rocky road because that was my favorite flavor. I was supposed to buy ice cream for Lucy? Opps! I didnt know what flavor she likes. Oh well.
I was a horrible person, but she was so fucking insufferable!
I gabbed a jar of cherries from the shelves at the end of the aisle, and pushed my cart to checkout to wait for Milo. When I got there, he was already paying.
Um, did you forget something? I asked, waving my hands in the air.
Pay for your stuff with moms card, this was my stuff, he said, taking the receipt from the checker.
The cashier was an old woman, her skin saggy and loose, like it was dripping off of her body. Her hair was dyed a garish, unnatural shade of red, and her eyebrows tinted to match. Not that she had much eyebrows left. They were mostly drawn on. Okay, like, ninty precent drawn on. Her name tag read Doris. No wonder Doris worked the night shift: the slowest shift where less people were likely to see her.
Are you having a party?
I looked up to see Jake from my math class, holding up one of the ice creams. Shit, I didnt know he worked as a bag boy here! He wore a stupid grin that was probably supposed to look flirty, but just made him too constipated.
Um, I said, looking at Doris, then at Milo who wasnt paying attention, and texting on his phone. Yeah. I mean, no. Its for my brothers girlfriend. I bit my lip, nervousness flustering me. Shes pregnant, and her parents kicked her out. This is supposed to cheer her up! Or so my mom says.
Jake laughed, tucking the frozen cardboard boxes of ice cream into plastic bags. I thought maybe he was your boyfriend, and that was why he bought that mega pack of condoms. Jake realized what hed said and blushed from the tip of his scalp down into the V of his polo shirt.
Fuck!
Lane, you ready? Milo asked, impatient. He swung his plastic bag back and forth. It was easy to see what hed purchased through the thin plastic of the bag. And I had just told freaking Jake from Math class (with me AND Lucy!) that his girlfriend was pregnant.
So it makes total sense for him to buy condoms to have sex with his pregnant girlfriend.
I grabbed Milo by the arm, my face on fire with stupidity, and tried to tug him away from the checkout.
We should totally hang out this summer, Lena, Jake suggested.
Yeah! That would be great! Ill call you! I wouldnt.
I practically ran out of the store, yanking Milo with me. Unlock the car, I said.
The click of the locks cleared some of my stress, and I lunged into the dirty back seat with my bag of ice cream. Milo took forever to get in.
Who was that? Milos voice was tense. How do you know him?
Um, he was in math with me, I replied, not really paying attention. His names Jake.
Milo turned around to look at me. Youre not thinking of going out with him are you?
I gave Milo a what the fuck look. I dont know? What does it matter to you?
What does it matter to me? Milo repeated. He slammed his hands against the steering wheel. Um, are we not together? Because I kind of thought we were?
Wait, what? Was Milo jealous of some wimpy, little stock boy? And hey, why was he allowed to have a girlfriend, but I couldnt have a boyfriend?
You have a girlfriend, I reminded him. Or did you forget about that?
I just fucking spent the last of my money on condoms, Lena, Milo spat, looking at me. He grabbed the bag and threw it at me. I got them for you.
Because nothing screams romance like buying condoms to use with your little sister! I quipped, throwing the bag back at him. Since you are so romantic, why dont you use them with your girlfriend! Oh, wait. You already got her pregnant!
Fuck you!
Too late, ya already did.
Milo crawled out of the drivers seat to me. He shoved the grocery bags out of the way, and grabbed me tight, pinning my body to his. His lips met mine with force, almost swallowing me whole. I let his mouth lead mine, while I tugged at his shirt.
Milos shirt was off and his hand was up my skirt, caressing me through the cotton of my panties when headlights flashed in the car as someone pulled into the parking lot.
Shit, Milo cussed, breaking apart from me. I think I know somewhere else. He jumped back I to the front seat, and turned the ignition.
Somehow, Milo managed to back out the car, and put his shirt on at the same time. Maybe horniness gave guys these almost super powers so that they could do just about anything to get tail? Is that a thing? I think its a thing.
Milo pulled out of the parking lot, and turned left, towards the self storage place. I crawled out of my seat, and kneeled beside him on the floor. His wrist flexed as he changed gears, and I had the urge to just kiss his arm. My lips were soft, moving over his skin like butterflies. Milo inhaled loudly, and shifted in his seat.
Where are we going? I asked, my hand caressing his thigh. My fingers wandered toward his crotch, teasing him.
Uh, he mumbled. He flipped his blinker on and turned into a dead end street. He slowed the car to a roll, and pulled off into the grass. Empty pastures surround us on all sides. Here.
Mm, here is good, I said, climbing onto his lap. I could feel his bulge through his jeans, and rubbed against him.
His mouth met mine, everything consumed with wanting each other. He reached around and unhooked my bra, and I slipped it off along with my shirt. His was next to go.
Milos rough, calloused hands were warm against the sensitive skin of my ribs as they slithered slowly up to my breasts. I threw my head back as his lips kissed my collar bone and inched further and further down. The wet heat of his lips finally meeting my nipples made me moan.
I needed more of him, for him to make me cum. I broke away, and climbed off of Milos lap, and into the back seat. Beckoning him, I shrugged out of my panties, throwing them at him playfully. He grabbed them, and held them to his face.
You smell so fucking good, he said, climbing up between my legs. Im keeping those, just so you know. Milo unzipped his jeans, and let them fall around his knees. His erection pulsed, and he tugged at it, making it drool pre-cum.
Aw, youll always remember your first time in a car, I cooed, spreadi my legs. Milos hand connected with my twat, two fingers sinking into me.
Shit, we dont have any lube.
Milo shrugged, and spit into his hand. He rubbed it into me. Itll be fine.
Uh, uh, uh! I sighed as his thumb manipulated my clit. Milo, uh! I had never heard my voice go that high, and I couldnt stop calling out he he drove me further and further to the edge. He curled his fingers inside of me to stroke my g-spot, and that was all I needed to cum.
As aftershocks rolled over me, making my legs twitch, Milo messed around with the grocery bags. He tore open the condom box, and a ream of little, square, foil packages spilled out.
What are you doing? I asked. I propped myself up with my elbows.
Im getting a rubber, what else does it look like? He snipped. He tore one off the ream and started ripping it open with his teeth.
Uh, Im on the pill, I stated, exasperated. Mom made me start after she found out you got Lucy pregnant.
Oh, he muttered. He dropped his hand. You could have said something before I spent the last of my money.
You didnt ask! I grabbed at his hips, tugging him closer. Just put it in me already!
Milo grabbed his cock, and pushed himself against me.
No, wait! Milo froze. I wanna flip over and do it that way.
I turned under him, kneeling on my knees, my upper body resting on the back seat, and thrust my ass up in the air. I realized my skirt was in the way, and flipped it up out of the way, too.
Fuck me, I whispered in a husky voice.
I heard him spit again, and the head of his cock press against my butt cheeks. I wiggled my hips playfully until Milo stilled them with his free hand. Then I felt the pressure of him pushing against me.
Milo! I snapped, reaching behind to slap at his arm. I didnt mean my asshole!
Well, sor-ry!
Stop messing around. I want you inside of me! I whined.
His aim moved down further, and he found the right hole. I could feel myself stretching around his girth as he sunk into me. He went agonizingly slow working his way in, then pulling slightly out.
God, you should see this Lena, he said. It is so fucking hot.
I looked back at him, my hair falling into my face. What?
He stilled his invasion into me, and I heard him rustling around with his jeans. then I heard the beep of his phone camera recording. Im gonna record it.
Milo kept the pace slow, never fully penetrating me down to my cervix. With every withdrawal his head raked over my g-spot. It was slow torture. Here I wanted him to slam into me, and he was too worried about being fucking Stephen Spielberg!
Milo, I whined, sounding like a little girl, harder. Fucking slam you cock in my pussy!
That was all it took to get him going, and soon I was rocking forward with every thrust. His balls slapped against my clit, and I could feel a toe-curling orgasm building again.
Reaching down between my legs, I rubbed furiously at my clit, but his balls kept knocking me away. I cried out, needing more.
Milo leaned forward, his lips on my neck, nipping at my ear lobe. His fingers found my erect nipples and rolled them between his thumb and fingers.
Oh! Oh! Fucking God, Milo! My orgasm left me feeling like a floppy fish, as all of my muscles seemed to turn to jelly. I sank into the stained upholstery. Milo gave a rough, final thrust and then I felt him cum inside me. His dick deflated and slid out of me. Milo flopped down beside me, slack jawed.
Shit! He cussed. He lifted his palm to show me. It was covered in melted chocolate ice cream. Mom is going to be pissed.
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