All Chapters of I Just Wanna Get Laid: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

During the next three days, Douglas managed to turn the wall he had built between them into a fortress.He walked in the house as a shadow, making his exits in the millisecond to make sure that their paths wouldn't cross. However, on the fourth morning, Quin’s mother stood in front of the heavy oak door with the keys in her hand. "I am going to the market, darling," she cheerfully told Quin. "Will you join me and get some pastries?"Quin sat on the living room sofa, legs curled beneath her, wearing a light, silky slip dress that clung to her hips. "No, Mum. I feel rather tired today. I guess I am going to nap," Quin said, stretching her jaw in a fake yawn.Her mom frowned, worried but still nodded. "Okay, darling. Have your rest. See you later," she said and left the house. Quin counted the seconds. One. Two. Three. The sound of the starting motor, the crunching of the gravel under the wheels, and the sound of the vehicle driving away down the road.Only then did she get up. Her fa

Douglas’s post-orgasmic pulses tickled Quin’s ass and threatened to drown her in her greedy pussy milking right there and then. She didn’t move a muscle, allowing the last spasm of her body to squeeze Douglas’s dick dry. His chest heaved with hers. The stream from the showerhead pelted Douglas’s back, drenching his grey t-shirt and making it cling to his skin. He kept himself deep inside her, his heart thumping hard in the tight, wet warmth of her.Finally, the shakes that raged through her body subsided and left her limp. Douglas turned his head slightly, pressing his mouth against her delicate earlobe."You think you’ll be able to show up here and wag your ass in front of me?" Douglas asked with a rough rasp of his voice. "You think you’ll tease me for three days in a row and expect me to bend to your will without any problem?" Douglas ground his pelvis against her, emphasizing the filling of her pussy. "I’ll fuck you so bad that you won’t be able to fit anyone else anywhere. We’ll

The mattress springs groaned and creaked in time with Douglas's frantic fucking, sending a shrill, metallic ring through the thin walls of the house. He didn't build up to it, Douglas drove into Martha with all the jagged, feverish intensity he'd exhibited in the shower a few moments ago. He drove tirelessly into his wife’s cunt.Martha gasped, her nails digging into the duvet as she struggled to get a grip, her headboard smacking against the wall in a rhythmic beat. "Douglas, God! You are hitting the right spot!" she cried, her voice half-pleased, half-confused, but he couldn't hear her through the haze of frustration. He needed to purge himself of the feeling that Quin had given him, an indescribable rush of tightness and heat that Martha's body couldn't replicate for him. Douglas growled and held Martha's wrists down over her head until her knuckles went white. He needed to get rid of the image of the tight, heated cunt, that of Quin, that he had just buried himself in. The more

The heat in her pussy was burning her insides, a scorching core where Douglas’ cock continued to jerk in aftershocks of his climax. She could feel the heavy load of cum sitting deep in her pussy, covering her inner walls in a warm bath of lubrication that leaked every time she shifted her hips. The feeling was obscene, a sticky mess of the risk they took. It made Quin’s thighs tremble against Douglas’s grease-stained jeans.The man was sprawled on the creeper, gasping in exhaustion under his work shirt. His hands, still smudged with black from the engine, pressed into her butt as if he needed the grip to stay anchored. The vintage Mustang loomed over them like a metal cage, its undercarriage dripping oil onto the concrete right beside us. The smell of petroleum, sweat, and the musky scent of raw sex were mixed in the air.Quin shifted her hips in a slow circle. The action elicited a harsh groan from Douglas’s throat, his sensitive cock twitching inside her. She did not intend to fuc

The Mustang’s suspension made a high-pitched metallic whine as Douglas delivered one harsh, hard blow after another to Quin’s straining hole. Sweat covered their bodies, mingling with the grime and oil that covered Douglas’s arms. The smell of rubber, old grease and raw sex permeated the garage, forming a cloying fog that was indistinguishable.But then Douglas suddenly stopped. The rhythm ended with a violent interruption. He gripped Quin’s hips with brutal force, ripping his throbbing shaft out of her and tearing a scream from her lips. That feeling was a harsh vacuum: a wet, sucking pop of thick head of cock tearing out of Quin’s anal passage. Before Quin could fall down, feeling the terrible void left by his absence, Douglas roughly handled her. He turned her around and pushed toward the front of the car.And he gave her no time to orient herself. He pushed Quin, forcing her to stumble towards the front of the Mustang. Her hands fluttered, clumsily beating against the hood of the