He walked up behind me grabbing my hips and pulling me toward him. Kissing the back of my neck whispering, “I want you so bad.” His hand slides around my toned tummy and sucks on my ear lobe, his tongue plays with it, “oh you like that”, he whispers.
He pushes me against the counter top where I am cleaning dishes from dinner. His hands slide up and stops at the bottom of my bra. His hands follow the edge of my bra to the back and undoes my clasp. His fingers lightly trace my beautiful breast then lifting each breast with his hands. I grind my hips, pushing myself harder against his throbbing cock. I gasp at the sensation of having him grind my ass. His hand leaves my breast and lifts my dress up. His hand slides down the front of my pelvis.
He gets on his knees and kisses the cheeks of my ass. He kisses the backs of my thighs, “spread your legs” I hear him say. I am breathing hard and trying to turn around. He grabs my ass with his hands pinning me to the counter, and forcing me over it. He licks my pussy hard. My pussy opens to his tongue my lips are swollen and pink. He stands and unzips his jeans. He takes his swollen cock and rubs it along my ass and pussy. I feel his cock sitting on the edge of my clit. His cock is riding along my pussy lips and ass. Teasing me and smearing my juices all over making me wetter. His wet cock is throbbing from the head being run along my cunt. His hard cock slides back and touches the rim of my pussy and I thrust to only reach the rim of my ass. “You’re torturing me, fuck me please,” I beg. He swings me around and throws me on the counter. He rams his cock in me. I am so wet and tight. His hands grip my ass and his finger enters my asshole. He thrusts harder and my pussy squeezes, tightening around his cock. It sends him over the edge, he explodes cumming. My urges are taking over I start to thrust harder. We can both hear how wet we are, my pussy is already oozing with his cum. I lean back further and find the angle that sends me cascading into orgasm. He can see that I am cumming so he thrusts harder.
Smiling we fall to the cool kitchen floor. He leans over and asks, “ready for another round.”
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