yes,” she moaned. “His dad told him to hurry up. He gave me a look as well. Sean was shy... He couldn't look at me... Fuck, I couldn't look away from his thick, fucking cock. The light was just hitting it at the right angle.” Jill's hips ground her cunt into her fingers. “Oh God, Matt, watch me, please. Watch me fuck myself as I tell you about earlier.”
I fell back on the sofa.
“Throw me that Santa hat. I wanna wear it. Like I did earlier, when that fucker tried to kiss me.”
I tossed the hat to Jill's side. My fingers wrapped around my penis.
Jill fondled the Santa hat, struggling to place it onto her head. “The way his father looked at me... It was so hard to read. I know he's always thought me so polite and different to the other girls. He's always had a smile for me. And I for him. He must've always thought I was so innocent.” The slapping, juicy sounds of her fingers entering the depths of her hole rang out loudly. “He just didn't know what to make of me and Sean... Sean gave him a look. A fuck off look. His dad walked away towards his car. Sean half-turned to me. Fuck, my pussy was on fire. Flaming and craving this ignorant, fucking prick I can't stand. Oh, Matt, I'm sorry, I couldn't take my eyes off his fucking cock. His thick, fucking cock.”
I started to jack myself, unable to fathom my sudden fascination with her potential, and somewhat cherished, philandering.
“I just wanted to reach inside and give him a wank.”
My cock stiffened in my palm.
“He asked me if I needed a lift.” Jill's naked body was writhing on the coffee table. “He couldn't look at me, and I couldn't look away.” Her lust flummoxing. “I said no.” Her craving disturbing. “He asked me if I was sure.” Her luscious, unbelievable body beautiful and disgraceful in the full flow of her solo session. “Did I want to go clubbing?” She seized a breast in her free hand. “I said no.” She pinched a nipple. “He looked gutted.” She smiled, sheepishly yet shamelessly. “The poor fucker.” Her lips curled into a conniving grin. “I didn't want to go anywhere with him.”
“Slut,” I whispered, unheard under her moans and motioning.
“He said about us going out to a club another night and the word maybe slipped out of my mouth.”
I watched, wanking miserably. Playing with my pole in a paradox. Masturbating. Hungrily. Happily. Inexplicably.
“I just wanted to make him cum in his trousers and then smell his filthy, fucking cum and piss on my fingers.” The familiar fires which dictated the beginnings of Jill's orgasm seized and tensed her torso. “Fuck, Matt, grab me.”
“What?”
“Grab me! Pull me off this table. I need to sit on you. I need to sit on your fucking cock!”
8
My moment of hesitation passed.
I seized my beautiful, wanton girlfriend from her place on the coffee table, yanked her head back by her blonde hair and ignored her screams, dragging her elbows and knees scraping against the wood until she careered onto the floor.
“Oh shit!” she cried. “Treat me rough, baby! Yes! I deserve it!” The pom-pon of her Santa hat fell in front of her face.
I sat back on the sofa, rejoicing in the rambunctious merry-go-round from subordinate to dominant to sub and back again. “Come here,” I commanded, and grabbed Jill's hips, mauling the red marks on her flesh.
Jill's legs splayed to either side of mine. Her beautiful, pulsating pussy was inches above my erect cock. She stared longingly into my
I fell back on the sofa.
“Throw me that Santa hat. I wanna wear it. Like I did earlier, when that fucker tried to kiss me.”
I tossed the hat to Jill's side. My fingers wrapped around my penis.
Jill fondled the Santa hat, struggling to place it onto her head. “The way his father looked at me... It was so hard to read. I know he's always thought me so polite and different to the other girls. He's always had a smile for me. And I for him. He must've always thought I was so innocent.” The slapping, juicy sounds of her fingers entering the depths of her hole rang out loudly. “He just didn't know what to make of me and Sean... Sean gave him a look. A fuck off look. His dad walked away towards his car. Sean half-turned to me. Fuck, my pussy was on fire. Flaming and craving this ignorant, fucking prick I can't stand. Oh, Matt, I'm sorry, I couldn't take my eyes off his fucking cock. His thick, fucking cock.”
I started to jack myself, unable to fathom my sudden fascination with her potential, and somewhat cherished, philandering.
“I just wanted to reach inside and give him a wank.”
My cock stiffened in my palm.
“He asked me if I needed a lift.” Jill's naked body was writhing on the coffee table. “He couldn't look at me, and I couldn't look away.” Her lust flummoxing. “I said no.” Her craving disturbing. “He asked me if I was sure.” Her luscious, unbelievable body beautiful and disgraceful in the full flow of her solo session. “Did I want to go clubbing?” She seized a breast in her free hand. “I said no.” She pinched a nipple. “He looked gutted.” She smiled, sheepishly yet shamelessly. “The poor fucker.” Her lips curled into a conniving grin. “I didn't want to go anywhere with him.”
“Slut,” I whispered, unheard under her moans and motioning.
“He said about us going out to a club another night and the word maybe slipped out of my mouth.”
I watched, wanking miserably. Playing with my pole in a paradox. Masturbating. Hungrily. Happily. Inexplicably.
“I just wanted to make him cum in his trousers and then smell his filthy, fucking cum and piss on my fingers.” The familiar fires which dictated the beginnings of Jill's orgasm seized and tensed her torso. “Fuck, Matt, grab me.”
“What?”
“Grab me! Pull me off this table. I need to sit on you. I need to sit on your fucking cock!”
8
My moment of hesitation passed.
I seized my beautiful, wanton girlfriend from her place on the coffee table, yanked her head back by her blonde hair and ignored her screams, dragging her elbows and knees scraping against the wood until she careered onto the floor.
“Oh shit!” she cried. “Treat me rough, baby! Yes! I deserve it!” The pom-pon of her Santa hat fell in front of her face.
I sat back on the sofa, rejoicing in the rambunctious merry-go-round from subordinate to dominant to sub and back again. “Come here,” I commanded, and grabbed Jill's hips, mauling the red marks on her flesh.
Jill's legs splayed to either side of mine. Her beautiful, pulsating pussy was inches above my erect cock. She stared longingly into my
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