Semua Bab LUST AND RUIN: A Hot collection of Fetishes.: Bab 31 - Bab 40

EVA Then he walks out of the bedroom, phone tightly pressed to his ear. Bowing softly to whoever it was at the other end of the phone, like they could see him bowing. My stomach tightened bitterly. I stood, hands on my waist, thighs still smeared with pussy juice, with a crackling trail of dried cum. The realization that I had been disrespected and dumped over a business call made my gut rip apart. I never could have thought he would abandon me mid-fuck to take a call. I let my stunned self down onto the couch. Juice leaking deeply into it as my soaked pussy pressed against it. “Oh my God!” I yelled. Hands pressing my temples. A cold suddenly forcing goosebumps all over my naked body. He had all of this hot pussy and he decided to get distracted while inside me. The slap now suddenly sounded across my face. A hard slap. “I’m so sorry mama, I had to take that,” he said, walking back into the bedroom. His cock slapping against his groin as he walked in. Phone off his ear. M

“Are you alright?” His deep voice called. Eyes calming me as he put me down, feet first onto the fifth step of the stair. At least I had a few seconds of peace from the crawling insects that had now infested my entire house.Wait! Mark? He saved me. I found that hard to believe that he had heard my voice. But then again…“You can open your eyes now,” he said, taking his hands off mine, which had been carefully placed over my eyes. I took my hands off slowly. My entire skin still crawling with the vivid feeling of roaches on them.“What happened?” he says. Eyes playing safe. His eyes darted off, appreciating the tidiness of my house, and yet his back faced me. Almost like he was trying to hide something. Then I noticed. I was still naked! Shit! I crossed my hands over my chest, knees knocking together. How didn’t I notice earlier?“Roaches,” I cried. Breath heaving.My nipples were hard and perky, shooting aggressively through my white lace bra. He had carried me this way. Complet

MARK’S POVMy cock drove harder at the sight of her to the max. Her hands were nicely folded under her neck in the pillow. I wanted them behind her so badly, pulled while I pounded hungrily into her pussy walls.My heart pounded heavily as I crept in with the stealth of a cat. Mission was to get into bed with her and have a feel of that plump ass on my dick, even if it was just once, just the head of my cock on her ass line, that would make me the happiest man on earth. And then I would stroke my cock to the sight of this glory, if luck was on my side I would nut from it.I crept into bed, just behind her. Where I could see her unclad body rise in a silhouette. I yanked off my pants to the side and took my hard massive cock into my hands. It ached sharply. A storm of tension held up all over it. Damn! I wished I could have it in her mouth.My eyes fixed on her plump ass, curvy and round, the lines and stretch marks on it made control even worse. Then I stroked my cock. The first strok

RITANothing in the world prepared me for the noise and loud wailing of the sirens that cut through the thick night air right around my neighborhood.My lovey-dovey lesbian couple neighbors had just had a shitty figh. Definitely not their first., with how loudly the younger-looking one cried, her voice cracking into raw sobs that carried over the fences.The street filled fast with older neighbors who came out to watch and toss their two cents to the officers. One among them had finally called the police after long hours of subtle wailing , dull thud and hitting.I reluctantly ripped myself off my cushion, where I had sought comfort after a mind-blowing session of fucking myself with my cock-shaped umbrella case. The same one I had just gotten had from Target on a whim, the eight-inch length and hard, smooth structure calling to me the second my fingers closed around it in the aisle. That thick, slightly curved shaft with the blunt rounded tip had my addicted pussy running wild rig

RITAI grabbed my wrap and skidded toward the patio, ready to smoke my worries clean out of my skull.The first drag came with an easing sensation, body softening under the slow creep of the weed. But by the third pull the flashbacks hit hard, reminders of the last seven hours of nonstop object fucking. One new thing for every round.Among them all I still loved humping my pillow the most. The fluffy softness made sliding my wet clit over it feel almost too intense, like rubbing my dripping pussy against another soaked pussy..The pleasure came from that firm, messy friction, slapping and grinding, juices soaking the fabric until it was warm and soaked.When I combined it with the nipple pegs, dragging and pulling at my tight buds until they burned, I would moan so loudly the music had to blast at full volume just to hide the sound. Fuck. Even now the memory alone had me needing another round.Right then my pussy was craving something hard. That adrenaline surge that always came with