“Yesss! Suck it harder! Ohhh! Ahhh!” She grunted loudly with her eyes, close shut. He sucked on her clit and pulled it up with his lips as if he wanted to pull it out of her pussy, causing her to arch her back in ecstasy.
“Fuck me, Mike” she commanded. “Fuck me now.”
Obligingly, Mike quickly stood up and pulled off his t-shirt, leaving himself naked. Vicky unclipped her bra, biting her lip and gazing at Mike sexually as she drop it and, revealing her breasts to him. Mike found himself, staring at Vicky’s breast. They were firm and big, begging to be touched by his hard palm.
“Are you going to stand there all day, or you gonna fuck me?” she said romancing her breast with her hand.
Mike smiled and position himself over her. He was about to position his dick at her entrance but Vicky quickly took control of his skinny body and flipped him into his back, then straddled him. Mike looked up and saw the look in her eyes, like she wanted to devour him whole.
“Most times I like taking charge.” She said and grabbed his dick, then began to stroke it slowly before lifting herself up to position his cap at her entrance.
“Wait, I think we are forgetting something.” Mike said and Vicky knew what he was talking about.
“I don’t want to use condom. I want to fuck you raw, skin to skin. I want to feel every bit of your rod. Or do you have any health issue?” She asked.
“Not at all. I’m okay. What if I cum in you?” Mike asked.
“Just relax let me take you raw. Don’t worry about pregnancy. I will take care of it.”
Just as she positioned it, she began to lower her body. Mike groaned as Vicky’s pussy squeezed around him for the first time. She continued to lower herself slowly, taking his dick, inch by inch into her with her eyes shut close with open mouth. Mike felt Vicky’s pussy soft and velvety, hot and tight, and even the thought of it could make him cum.
He watched his dick as it kept dissappearing and appearing in Vicky’s pussy. Vicky could feel his dick, touching all four corners of her pussy.
She moaned along with Mike as she began to go up and down on his dick, her dangling gently as she bounced up and down on him, gradually building up her pace until she was fucking him wildly.
She rested both hands on his chest and began to ride him wild. Only her ass was going up and down just as if she was twerking on him.
“You like this?” She said. “You like fucking my tight little pussy with your big, dick?”
“Ohhh! Fuck yes,” Mike replied, sweat beading on his forehead. “I love feeling your tight little pussy. I love making you moan. I want to fuck your pussy all day.”
The dirty talk stimulated Mike and such that he couldn’t help himself, and he began to fuck Vicky back, thrusting his dick in and out to meet her riding. Vicky’s bouncing became faster, more manic, more wild. Mike’s hands shot around to grip her tight ass, his only leverage in the hurricane of thier sex.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck me. Fuck me harder!.” Mike began to buckle his hip up against her as hard as he could.
“Vicky! Ohhhhh! Ahhh!,” Mike gasped. “I’m getting close.”
“Cum with me, baby. Fill up my honey pot with your thick cum. I want to feel your warm cream in my pussy.”
Mike tried to fuck Vicky even harder, though with her rapid bouncing and riding, there was only so much Mike could do to control it-but his efforts, nonetheless, paid off. Her moans crescendoed into a loud scream of pleasure and ecstasy and he felt her explode on his dick, her juices soaking him as her pussy squeezed around his dick. At that point, it was too much for Mike to handle.
Mike moaned, gripping her ass for dear life, and shoot his hot cum inside her as her pussy miked every cum stored in his balls.
Vicky sighed and slumped forward onto his chest and lay for a while. He slot his dick out of her and she planted a kiss on his lips, then got up and headed to the bathroom to clean up. Mike joined her and they took bath together.
After, they hung around the room, chatting about anything and everything. Mike’s exhaustion forced him to drop into the comfy chair, exhausted, and he watched as Vicky absently opened his desk drawers.
“That was great,” Mike said suddenly.
She smiled. “Yeah, it was. I think that-”
Suddenly, there was a high pitched beep as a keycard swiped on the other side of the door, and Daniel entered. He smiled widely at Vicky, seeming not to mind that she had stayed longer than would have made sense.
“Hey!” Daniel said. “Did you get what you forgot?”
“Yeah, I did,” Vicky said with a sly smile. “We were just talking about how I should come down again soon, to hang out more.” She looked at Mike.
“Oh, yeah,” Mike said. “It’s great to have you.”
Daniel agreed, and he and Vicky soon left the room so that he could help her find her friend’s place. On her way out, she gave Mike a surreptitious wink.
As the door closed behind her, Mike reclined back, astounded that it had all happen. He was there for several minutes, ruminating, until his phone buzzed. It was a text from a number he didn’t recognize.
“Thanks for helping me find what I forgot. Think I left something in the desk drawer, but you can keep it.”
Mike furrowed his brow, then realized the meaning of her text. He sprung to his feet, then hurried to his desk drawer and tore it open-to find Vicky’s lacy pink pantie, which were soaked. He gulped and began counting the days until her next visit.